CHAPTER NINE

Authors Note:

Sorry, you can skip this, as the chapter is below. I wanted to say one more time, it would be very helpful for you all to review this story, and give me advice. I'm really sorry if the material seems a bit boring or rushed, but I have been having severe writer's block for a while now. I love you all, and I will be writing more in Harry's P.O.V. for now.

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Disclaimer: Unfortunately, these wonderful characters and story plots do NOT belong to me, but to J.K. Rowling.

Harry POV (Warning! Gets a little gory)

I gasped and sat up in the sleeping bag, cold sweat beading across my forehead. My scar burned and the rest of my body was sore as well for some odd reason. I looked down and saw the Weasley girl's legs on top of mine. Figures, she must have been the one kicking me all night. My scar started to burn intensely again, I let loose another groan looking around. It must have been early because nobody else was awake. My dream from last night seared my brain making me wonder what it meant. Was it predicting the future, or merely showing my fears?

I was running down the corridor towards the Slytherin common Room. I knew something was wrong, somehow I just knew it. I heard screams echoing from the room. I walked up to where the painting of our leader usually sat, but found it empty. The door was slightly ajar, and I could hear cries, pleas for help, my help.

"Harrryyyyy! Harrryyyy save us! You have to help! You're the chosen one!"

The voices burned my mind. The Chosen One, I was the Chosen One. The fate of the wizarding world sat upon my shoulders. I showed the door open and gasped at the sight. My friends, all of them, Draco, Blaise, Greengrass, Crabbe, Goyle, Theo, and Granger… The all were laying on the floor in puddle of their own blood. I could hardly see their features, drenched in blood, clawed out. All of their wands lay snapped in half in a nearby corner.

Directly in front of me, I saw a dog, black as the night, snarling at them, blood dripping from its jaw. It turned to look at me, it's eyes glowing yellow. It seemed to smile at me.

"The Chosen One?" it taunted, " The Chosen One who can't even save his pathetic friends!" It then pounced on me, in my shock I failed to draw out my wand. It's teeth sunk into my left arm. Pain seared up my arm. I grew sick at the sight of my own blood. It then faced back to my friends. I quickly moved over in front of them as if to protect them.

"Ha! You think you can save them?" it's voice began to change into that of the Dark Lord, " Why Harry, you couldn't even save your parents!" He cackled at me then pounced. My vision went dark and I awoke.

I could tell that the dog was the Dark Lord due to it's taunting and voice. My scar started to hurt more as I thought about it. All I wanted to do was get up and leave, but instead I decided to lay back down, and think about anything my my hideous nightmare.

No one's POV

Every snake woke up in a terrible position. Mr. Potter was drenched in sweat from his nightmare, Malfoy was practically sat on by Hermione, though I suppose they enjoyed that particular position. Zabini woke up freezing, as Ms. Weasley had taken the blanket with her. Mr. Nott was sandwiched by the giant snakes, Crabbe and Goyle, and the Greengrass girls, well, they just couldn't sleep with all that racket.

Nothing really affected them, but the lions were not all that sparky that morning. Mr. Thomas would daydream about his special snog with 'his girl', until snapped back into reality. Weasley was glaring at Dean, and Ginny at Ron. We can't say that the Great Hall sleepover was the greatest idea, but safety comes first. We don't want anyone getting hurt, do we?

Anyways, Harry dragged his legs to the table and slouched in his position, waiting for breakfast. One by one, the Slytherins plopped down for the early meal, looking quite exhausted. Though Mr. Potter was quite ecstatic when his best mate came through the doors. He had waited all morning to tell Draco about his dream, he needed to figure out what that meant. The Dark Lord, becoming a black dog; it didn't make any sense. None at all. That was why he nearly chopped Malfoy's head off when he was caught dozing off.(BTW you guys, if this ending confuses you, Harry did tell Draco about the dream, I didn't write it here cuz I was kinda lazy….;p)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Is this really boring? Third year is my least favorite year and I feel like nothing really happens there, so do you want me to try and finish third year? Or just move on to the fourth? PLZ COMMENT…I NEED TO KNOW...until then I WILL BE PAUSING THE STORY DUE TO WRITER'S BLOCK...thank you!