Chapter 21

The Scariest Dream Ever

We talked for a few more minutes then headed off to bed. My hand felt a lot better. I asked Hermione to teach me how to make that healing potion stuff. Who knows when I would need it? Umbridge could throw you into detention for the smallest things. I had to be very careful around her…

The minute I flopped into bed, I fell asleep. I started having this weird dream about me in a world of lost souls. It was basically of dead people. Peering around, I saw a familiar face. It was Fred drifting down the huge green circle of souls! Fred had died. But how? I cried out to him but there was no answer….the dream changed.

Then there was these baby birds sitting in a tree laughing at this little duck passing underneath. It was like in the story 'The Ugly Duckling'…

I was in a dark room. There was no one else but me. Or so I thought. Looking around, I saw a man standing there. I walked closer to him. Something about this man was familiar. He had red hair which reminded me so much of someone. But who? Then it hit me. George. This guy must have been some relative of George! Probably his dad…but what was he doing here? This has to be somewhere in the ministry…that's where he works after all.

"Hello?" I dared to say. But no one there noticed me. It was like I was invisible.

All of the sudden, out of no where, there was a blood-curdling scream. I spun around. There was this huge snake that came out of no where and it had charged at Mr. Weasley. Mr. Weasley fell to the ground, his face all covered in blood. I realized that this was no ordinary dream. This was actually happening!

I woke up with a start. My whole back was sweating and I felt shakier then ever.

"Are you okay?" Alina asked. I felt sick to my stomach. I had to throw up. I rolled over and vomited over the side of the bed.

"Get someone in here!" Anna cried. Moments later, there was the prefect named Alice in there.

"What happened?" she asked.
"Take me Professor Dumbledore's office now," I breathed.

"But it's 1:00 am!"

"It has to be now," I said, getting up.

"Can't this wait?'

"NO!"

"Alice, let her go," I found that Professor Flitwick had made his way to the dormitory.
"I think I just saw into His mind," I stressed to him. Professor Flitwick caught on.

"Come on Miss Rookworth,"

We walked through the halls.

"I don't understand how you could have seen into He Who Must Not Be Named's mind,"

"I don't know,"

We arrived at Professor Dumbledore's office. To my surprise, Harry was standing there along with Ron and the rest of the Weasleys.

"Karina?" he asked, shocked, "what are you doing here?"

"I think I just saw into Voldemort's mind," Ron winced as I said the named. I do not get why people are too scared to even say his name. It's just so weird.

"But how-?" Harry broke off. It was way too shocking for him. I couldn't blame him. It was just too weird.

We walked into Professor Dumbledore's office. He looked up.

"Ah, Harry and Karina! What has brought you here at this hour?"
"I think I just saw into Voldemort's mind," I cried. Dumbledore's eyes widened.

"What happened?" he finally asked.

"It was in a dream," Harry said after being silent for so long.

"Mr. Weasley is being attacked!" I interrupted, "it was in this weird dark room with these glass balls all around it on selves. I think it was at the ministry, but I'm not sure,"

"Can you-?" Harry started but got cut off by Professor Dumbledore.

Dumbledore turned to one of the paintings.

"Go to the ministry and inform them of Arthur Weasley's attack. Make sure he is found by the right people"

Dumbledore turned to another one of the paintings.

"Go to your other portrait in Grimauld place and tell them that Arthur Weasley has been injured and that his children will be arriving there shortly by portkey," Dumbledore turned to me, still not making eye contact with Harry.

"How did you view this event?"

"I was just watching, sir" I replied, shaking from head to toe, "I was just sitting there and watching the scene go on," Dumbledore turned his back to Harry and muttered something to a portrait. Harry couldn't take it any longer. According to him, Dumbledore has been ignoring him like that a lot lately.

"Look at me!" Harry yelled at Dumbledore. Startled, Dumbledore turned around to face Harry for the first time in 4 months.

"What's happening to me?" Harry asked. But he never got an answer.