Harry Potter and the Ancients Revival

By:

Star Healer & Curiosity100

Previously:

"What happened to him Ron? He's always been able to handle a dementor." Hermione said her voice etched with worry.

"I don't know, something must be wrong but I don't know what." Ron replied.

"Do you think it has to do with the incident on potions?" Emma asked. She was frightened for her new friend. She heard so much from Uncle Snape about him, how could he have been hurt so badly like this?

Chapter 5:

Ron, Hermione, Emma and Dumbledore sat around the hospital bed that Harry laid upon. He had yet to move or speak since we went into the test room with Ron earlier. All four of them were getting really worried about him. Ron was sitting nervously moving his hands trying to decide if he wanted to tell the others about his dream and how it had come true.

'It was just a chance that I saw all that going to happen right? This is usually Harry's department, not mine. I'm just the sidekick, the best mate.'

Hermione was sitting right beside Ron hugging his arm. Her face looks like she was deep in thought. Emma had gotten up a couple times a ready to pace around the room but had always returned to her seat after a few moments. Dumbledore looked like he always did, not really any emotion on his face but everyone knew he was worried.

Others Gryffindor's periodically came into the hospital wing to see how Harry was doing, though the answer was always the same, no change yet.

After what seemed like hours Harry finally stirred, causing the others to jump. He slowly opened his eyes looking around at blurry faces, reaching for his glasses.

"What happen?"

"That's what we would like to know mate?" Ron spoke up first. He and the others and moved closer to the bed, now all around him.

Stays quiet for a moment before replying "I was going through the test, with you Ron and I suddenly got a bad headack.' He pauses looking at Dumbledore not sure if he wanted to headmaster to know 'then I started to hear voices again, like in potions on the first day."

"Voices,' Dumbledore asks 'what kind of voices Harry?"

"I don't know if they are really voices' Harry started 'in potions it seemed like very one was talking but everyone was working quietly on there assignment."

Dumbledore gets up pacing back and forth "interesting,' he says standing at the foot of the bed 'keep me informed." He says leaving the room.

Emma gets nervous at the silence and says bye to the others and quickly leaves the room. Ron had listened to what Harry had said and wondered if he should speak up.

"You know, I don't want you guys to get mad at me but I kind of knew that something was going to happen in class today." He says suddenly.

Both Hermione and Harry look over at him questionly "what do you mean Ron?" Hermione asks.

"I had a dream last night, about what was going to happen in class, it was like I could see into the future!" He stated.

"Ron, Hun, that's impossible, that's only something that happens in books and movies!" Hermione says.

"I'm telling you the truth,' he sighs 'didn't think either of you will believe me."

"I'm going to the library; maybe I can find anything about people hearing voices, that aren't snakes." Hermione says leaving the room.

Ron sighs turning to Harry; "Hey mate, I'm going to go get some sleep, see you later!"

"See you later Ron" Harry replies laying back on the bed taking his glass off again.

Hermione walks down the hall slowly, trying to make sense of what Harry had said. This was different from what had happened before, usually with Harry it is the scar. But now its voices, things had just gotten stranger.

As she enters the library she passes a group of first years, she gives them a little nod but walks right passed. As she walks to the area that she wants to look in the first years cast a spell but it missed the victim. The petrify spell was coming right towards Hermione. All of the sudden it was like someone told her to turn and block something behind her. She turned and blocked the spell easily staring with a surprised look on her face at the first years. She quickly picks a book and runs to the common room.