Harry woke up to Angel's crying. She just woke up from dreaming what happened in chapter 3.
HARRY'S P.O.V.
Harry awoke to muffled crying. It sounded like it was coming from the floor below. Unsure of who it was, he crawled out of bed to investigate. He felt a little light headed and knew he should lay back down. The sound of the crying intrigued him, though, and he continued, slowly down the stairs.
He came to the first landing and knocked on the door. When the crying continued, he pushed the door open and walked in. He saw a mass of dirty blonde hair and knew it was Angel. He didn't know what to do.
Should he try to comfort her? Should he just leave her alone? He decided on the first because in his experiences with women, even though, they said they wanted to be left alone, it was a lie.
"Um, Angel, are you alright?" he asked.
Angel turned to face him.
"Oh Harry. Did I wake you?" she asked trying to wipe the tears away.
"Yeah but that's not important." he answered. "Are you okay?"
"No, I had another dream." she said. "It was about your sister."
"What?" said Harry. "Is she okay? What happened?"
He had completely forgotten that he came in because Angel was crying. All he could think about at that moment was possibly finding out what was happening to his sister.
"It was terrible. They read the paper to the girls. Ginny stood up to it and they hurt her then Hermione stood up for Ginny and they hurt Hermione. Annika stood for them both and Malfoy hurt her the worst of all. I can still feel the stinging of the whip across my back." she explained and was in tears again.
Harry was by her side in a second. He wrapped his arms around her and whispered that everything was going to be okay. He didn't understand what was going on. Yes, he heard the story of her dreams and how she had been having them since she was five. Nobody understood why nor how this was possible. All they knew was, for some reason Angel was mentally connected to Annika. Which was as good as it was bad.
Harry did his best to comfort the young woman in his arms. He couldn't think of anything to say. He wanted to tell her that everything was going to be okay back how could he? He didn't even know what was happening to her.
Angel eventually cried herself back to sleep in Harry's arms. He layed her back down in her bed. He went back upstairs to his bed. He tried to stay up to figure out how to make the dreams go away. Yes, he wanted to know what was happening to his sister but not if it meant someone else's pain. It killed him to see that poor girl in pain and for no reason. He fell asleep an hour later unable to come up with something.
Harry awoke the next morning. Not sure if he should get of of bed or not, he lay there and waited for Madam Pomphrey to come check him out. He hoped he'd be able to get out of bed soon. He hated laying there, feeling useless when he could be making an effort to save his girls. He hated himself for not being able to stop that from happening to them.
He promised himself that he would not let Annika go back to that. That promise went up in flames. It was his fault all of it. He needed to get them back and before they could get hurt to much. From what Angel said the night before, they were already being hurt. And here he was lying in bed as useless as if he really was dead.
Part of him wished, that Angel never came because then he wouldn't have to feel the pain of losing them. Then he thought of their plan and knowing Dumbledore was right, he felt better. He knew that it was better for them to recover and train. That way they could have a better chance at surprising Voldemort at their reappearance. A sneak attack was there best chance.
A knock on the door interupted his thoughts.
"Come in." he said. The door opened and Angel walked in.
"Good morning." she said. "I was hoping you'd be awake. How are you feeling?"
"I was just thinking about how useless I feel." he responded.
Angel sat down in one of the chairs that Dumbledore left from the night before.
"You'll be up and about in no time. From the way Dumbledore speak of you, you heal quickly." she said.
"I hope that's the case this time." Harry responded to her.
He didn't understand how he was so comfortable with her and she with him. She just walked into the room and the just started chatting like they had known each other for years. He figured it had something to do with the whole life saving thing but it still seemed odd to him. Her voice cut through his thoughts again.
"I actually wanted to say thank you last night." she said blushing slightly. "I've never had anyone to comfort me after a dream before. When I was growing up, the other kids would throw stuff at me and tell me to shut up and go back to sleep."
"I know how you feel." Harry replied, remembering his own childhood. "I grew up with my aunt and uncle and they didn't lose any sleep when I had nightmares. I know how much it helped when I finally got around people who cared."
"It was a nice feeling last night. Having someone there, I mean." she replied blushing slightly. "And you stayed until I was asleep again."
"Well, you saved my life, the least I could do is help keep your demons away." Harry answered.
"I honestly couldn't just let you guys die in there." Angel said. "It would not have been right to walk away. Not when it was in my power to save you."
"Could you tell me about those?"
"Sure. I can have the ability to slow particles down enough to stop them completely. That's how I kept the flames at bay for so long. I can speed the particles up, as well, enough to make them explode in fact. I'm telekinetic. And I have some strange connection to your sister. I see what's happening to her while it's happening." Angel explained.
"But didn't you say you were dreaming about the fire the other night before you went walking?"
"Yes, and that was the first time the dream came before the actual action. In fact, it was the first, your sister wasn't the focus. This time it was you, the dream was centered around."
"That's interesting."
"I can't figure out why it would out of nowhere change, though. I thought the only connection was between me and Annika."
"Maybe, that's something we should mention to Dumbledore. I'm also going to see what he can do about stopping the dreams." Harry figured it was the least he could do after she saved his life and the lives of two of his friends.
"Why would we want them to stop? Don't you want to be able to keep tabs on your sister and friends?" Angel asked alarmed by what he said.
"Of course I want to keep tabs on them but not at your expense. There's no reason for you to suffer through them if you don't have to."
"But-But-But."
"No." Harry held up a hand for her to stop. "Look, I don't know if there is anything we can do but if there is we will do it. It's not worth you losing sleep over. You've had to deal with it enough in this life. I'm going to do what I can to stop it."
"But why? You don't even know me."
Harry had to stop and think about that one. Why was it so much more important for him to help this girl he didn't even know, than to be able to see what was happening to his sister and his friends? He knew how selfish that was to think about but what did you expect. Still, though, this girl sitting in front of him was innocent and he couldn't watch her go through what she went through the night before. She didn't deserve it. Lord knows what kind of horrible things, Voldemort had in mind for his friends. There was no point in this girl, who had nothing to do with them to have to with them, except her uncanny ability, suffering if she didn't have to.
"I guess because I see my friends suffering becasue of me and can't bear to see a stranger go through it. I don't want you to have to see those things. There's no reason for it. We can't stop them and even if we could it wouldn't be worth it." Harry explained. "Besides, you need to be at your best when you're training with Chris. I've seen him with my sister, he is pretty tough sometimes."
"After dealing with bullies in the orphanage all my life, I think I can handle a tough trainer." Angel laughed.
"We'll see." Harry replied.
He still couldn't figure out why he was so comfortable to see here and talk to her. They hadn't even known eachother for twenty-four hours and he alreadt felt like she was a really close friend. There was a connection but he just couldn't figure out what it was. He fuigured he'd just wait and see what happened.
A/N: This chapter was more or less a filler. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do but I didn't want you guys to think I stopped so here it is. Sorry, it's kinda bad.
