CHAPTER 7: I DREAM OF VOLDY
After dinner, Ella returned to the Gryffindor tower with her sister, where she would stay the night. The two girls spent the night discussing the infuriating cardboard cutouts the females at the school were.
Once finally getting to bed at about one Monday morning, Analese and Ella only got about two hours of sleep before the older girl was awakened with a nightmare. The sudden jolt of Analese's shoulder hitting the table woke the younger.
"You okay?" Ella inquired groggily.
"Just a bump, it's nothing." The fifth year assured.
"Bad dream?"
"Just the usual one." Came the reply.
"Want to tell me about it?" concern was clear in Ella's voice.
"Not really."
"It might help. I'm here for whenever you want to talk." A comforting hand appeared on Analese's shoulder.
Not even a minute later, Analese was spilling the details of the familiar images.
Ella remained silent as her older sister described her recurring dream.
"Some of the beginning parts are my memories." Analese explained. "The last parts are so strange. And when I wake up after each time I have this dream, I feel a sense of foreboding."
"You think maybe this is something that's going to happen. Maybe you're supposed to stop it or something." Ella suggested.
"Could be. But how do I stop something that is so powerful that it can destroy all those I call family in one go?" the older girl stood up and walked over to the window.
"Your dream of Voldemort coming back involved a graveyard." Ella recalled. "Where did that part of the dream begin again?"
"A huge, magical creature filled hedge maze." Analese reminded.
"And you definitely saw Harry there, right, at both places?" the third year checked.
"Yeah, he walking through the maze, and when he reached the trophy-shaped portkey, he was sent to the graveyard and tied to a large gravestone. The weird thing was that I was dressed in this formal green dress with a veil while Harry was in athletic clothes. It made no sense." The redhead went on. "And I was restrained differently, locked in some kind of crypt."
"And you had scars all over your legs and arms, as if sent through a Muggle paper shredder." The younger pondered aloud. "I wonder why and where you got those."
"It might have something to do with the vile that servant poured into the potion. The bone from the grave, hand of the servant, blood from Harry's arm, and finally the vile of red liquid." The older sister listed on her fingers. "If this is something that will happen, I should tell Dumbledore."
"Maybe there's something in the library about this potion that we could find for more information on this process." Ella stated thoughtfully.
"Alright, get some sleep, though. We've both got Potions tomorrow."
The girls smiled at each other and then Ella fell asleep. Analese, knowing she could never get back to sleep, went to writing out her dream on parchment for Dumbledore.
