The Houses Competition

House: Hufflepuff

Class: Potions

Category: Standard

Prompts: (dialogue) Please. Please don't. Please don't do this. Please."

Word Count: 997

Warnings: No second war with Voldemort!AU, Slasher Movie!AU, Summer Camp!AU, mentions of character death, and a slight bit of out of character too.

I hope you all enjoy Camp Hogwarts: The Saga Begins.

"Please," the voice echoed in the receding dreamscape of his mind. "Please don't. Please don't do this. Please."

Green eyes shot open to the pounding of a fist on the cabin door. It was only a dream, the owner of the eyes thought to himself. He pulled himself drowsily out of his bed tugging on the bright orange shorts of the camp he was counselor at and trudging to the door.

The pounding on the door continued as though it would never let up. He opened the door to reveal his best mate, Ron, with his fist in the air as though to knock again. Ron put his hand by his side as he realized that he was about to hit Harry's face.

"It's happened again," Ron said, walking past Harry and into the cabin.

The counselors at Camp Hogwarts had cabins of their own, unlike the campers who shared cabins based on their gender and age grouping. Harry had done up his cabin rather plainly. With the regular standardized bunk, a dresser to hold his clothes in, a rather comfortable-looking red sofa which if need be could turn into a bed at a moment's notice, and his mini fridge which was full of all his favorite snacks.

"What happened again?" Harry asked, trying to remember the dream he'd been having before Ron had woken him up.

"Another camper was found—"

"Another one?"

Ron nodded.

"Were there any clues as to who could have done this?" Harry asked the terrified-looking face of the fair-haired boy from his dream flashing before him. It was only a dream, he thought to himself.

"No clues," Ron said, shaking his head.

"Was this one part of the Slytherin cabin too?"

Ron nodded. "That small blond-haired kid who opted out of being a counselor this year," he said, looking deep in thought as though he were searching for the name in his brain. "Theo something or other."

"Theodore Nott?"

Ron nodded using finger guns, a gesture he'd learned a few months ago while watching Muggle television with Harry. "That's the one," he confirmed.

"Have you told Dumbledore about this?" Harry asked, feeling a bit concerned about the pit of panic that was welling in his gut. It was only a dream, he reminded himself.

But was it a dream? It had felt so real as though it was happening in real life—the feel of terrified hands gripping his arms. The begging promises that some of them had made. Promising him things that even he couldn't believe the victims would promise in real life. And that pleading tone. The one from the recent dream.

"You alright, mate?" Ron asked, watching Harry as he pulled on his camp t-shirt.

"Yeah," Harry answered, slipping his feet into his flip-flops. "Why do you ask?"

Before Ron could answer Hermione stuck her head in the open cabin door. She was in the process of tying her hair back with a scrunchie.

"Dumbledore's just called a counselor's meeting in Head's meeting cabin," she told Harry and Ron. She walked over to Harry and plucked something out of his hair. "You might want to get the leaves out of your hair, Harry."

"Leaves?" Harry asked, the scene from the dream growing in shape in front of his eyes. There had been leaves hanging overhead, hadn't there? He pulled his hand back with a bright green leaf in his.

"Hermione, we don't need a mother hen," Ron said, shaking his head and helping Harry collect the leaves from his hair.

"Of course you do," she replied in her know-it-all tone of voice, causing a rather nasty word to form in the back of Harry's mind.

"Or else you'd never get where you belonged on time." She gave both Harry and Ron a once-over to make sure they were dressed responsibly and respectfully.

"Come on," she called, taking each of them by the hand and dragging them towards the Head's cabin.

Once they entered the cabin Harry could feel the tension in the room. He'd never seen the Head of the cabins in this much disarray and worry. It seemed as though something big was happening which he supposed was a bunch of children being attacked was something big. But he'd never in his entire life seen anything disrupt things at camp like this.

"I'm glad to see that we haven't lost any of our counselors to these attacks that have been happening recently," Dumbledore said, looking over his half-moon glasses at the gathered group. "As you may have heard from gossip around the camp, there has been yet another attack on one of our campers."

There was a quiet murmuring as people began speculating who was responsible for these grievous attacks. Dumbledore cleared his throat to regain order and the attention of the counselors in the cabin.

"While I respect the need to figure this out I do not wish to put any more campers or counselors in jeopardy. A handful of students have already left but for those of you who wish to stay, I would ask only that you don't travel alone. I also request the same of those under your care."

Something on Dumbledore's desk caught Harry's eye and made his blood run cold. It was a picture of the crime scene. The victim was no longer there but Harry recognized the place from his dream. The tree he'd been standing under as the blond boy had begged and pleaded. But that wasn't what had made his blood run cold. No The message was what had done that.

In his writing, the words I am Lord Voldemort were written in what Harry hoped was red ink or paint.

"Whose Lord Voldemort?" Seamus Finnigan asked, bringing Harry back to himself.

"He's an urban legend that parents use to scare their children," Hermione said, but Harry knew that wasn't true; he could feel it in his bone and hear it in the back of his mind.

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