Disclaimers: I do not own CCS or HP n nor do I wanna own them
Chapter 2
Meanwhile…..
Harry woke up with a start. Beads of perspiration rolled down his forehead while he clutched his burning scar. He willed with all his heart for it to stop. "That dream!" he shouted. "What's up mate," mumbled a sleepy Ron apparently not at being awaken at midnight. "Bloody hell Harry, its MIDNITE!" he added, emphasizing on that particular word.
"Shut up Ron, or get ready to kiss spiders tonight," snapped another sleepy boy. No answer was heard from Ron but snoring soon answered the boys unvoiced puzzlement. "Care to share, Harry?" asked the boy as he turn towards Harry, but not before shooting one of his death glare at Ron. If looks could kill, Ron would be no different that that slab of meat on a hot plate. "I guess, but don't you wanna sleep?" Harry asked back. But in his heart, he wished the boy to say no. He desperately needed some advice on his dreams. They have been occurring almost every nights this few days. Although he had been having them ever since he came, they were never bothering him much till now. "Well, I hate to say this but no, I m wide awake and you are gonna give me an explanation why we are sitting here staring at each other," the boy answered back. Harry heaved a sign of relief and checked his surroundings. Snores from the beds around him confirmed that both Neville and Ron were soundly asleep. Not that he mind them listening, but that is another issue.
He looked back and found himself looking into the emerald eyes of the boy opposite him. They were filled with concern and worry. Harry lets out a small chuckle. It is quite hard to believe that the boy who broke the record of talking non-stop for five hours was sitting opposite him, not even humming a sound. "So….?" the emerald eye bay inquired.
"Well Shaun, I m really glad I met such a good friend like you. Even if you have only just transferred over this year, we have already become best friends. You and your sister are among the first person I met to have actually not known me. About the dream, I m also not sure. I have it ever since you and Shelia came to Hogwarts."
"Care to share? My mom taught me something about interpreting dreams. Maybe I can help?" Shaun offered. I thought about that. I have never heard Shaun and Shelia talked about their parents before.
"Sure! But I m sure we will find out nothing. Well, I only saw a house. A house burning. I recalled a woman running but I couldn't see her clearly. She appears to be carrying something but I m not sure. I heard someone shouting please but yet, I saw no one." Harry said, hugging his knees for warmth. There was something about that woman. He just can't place it where. It seems like he know her.
He shot a glance at his friend. Shaun was leaning against his bed. His brows were knitted tightly as he tried to figure out his friend's puzzling dream. Somehow, he felt that he knows something about it but. "What? What is it?" he mumbled softly to himself. Both of them signed and looked up at the starry night, both making a mental note to consult in Harry's case Hermione and in Shaun's case, Shelia.
Yeah! Chappie 2 is up!
Hey ppls, tis is Midnitegurl tryin to clear sumthing. I apologized for the nonsense in chapter 1.Seems my cousin found my story and become my "editor". He changed sum of the facts. So I will repost chapter 1. Now I hope u will all skip chapter 1. Thx
And can u pls help me tink of a title for tis pathetic story?
Thx!