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Chapter Twenty Two – Dumbledore. Now!

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The moonlight caught Indie’s hair as she walked slowly through the grounds. Wait, no, it was sunlight. Was it? The sky was dark, but the moon was so bright she couldn’t stand to look at it. It had to be the sun, there was no other theory that could be true.
“Harry?” she called, as a dark haired figure appeared just ahead of her. Her belly was rumbling, which meant…it was lunchtime! She’d been dreaming of this all night, for what reason, she didn’t know.
Wait, wasn’t it still night time?
“Harry!” she called again, as the person was walking away from her.
“Harry, wait for me! I’m coming!”
She ran, her robes tripping her and causing her to stumble. She realised she wasn’t wearing shoes.
Where did they go? She hadn’t noticed her feet were bare until then.
Now, it was light. The sky was blue, the sun making her eyes glint if you were to look at them.
But Harry was still walking away!
“Harry, where are you going? And why on earth are you wearing a cloak?” she called, running after him, her robes suddenly gone.
It occurred to her suddenly, that this may not actually be reality. Like she’d fallen down the rabbit hole to a world where things happened for no reason and had no sense. A world gone mad.
Another epiphany came to her almost simultaneous with her doubts of reality; the person in front of her was not Harry. The person was starting to turn, revealing the pale, cold, almost snake-like skin that belonged to a villain she knew all to well.
A fearful, high-pitched gasp caught her, the figure not resembling Voldemort as she first assumed. Well, technically, you could say it was Voldemort, but rather his human state; Tom Riddle. The dark hair made sense now, but the skin and…eyes…not so much.
“Why are you here?” she asked, as she placed her hand on her hip. Not for comfort, but to ensure her hand was in close range of her wand, should she need it.
He was speaking, but not in English, or any human language for that matter.
“I don’t speak Parseltongue!” she exclaimed, frustrated and scared now, as Riddle began to walk toward her, still muttering in the snake language.
Her wand was in front of her, but it was whisked away by another person, one with a wicked laugh, wild hair and crazy eyes.
Bellatrix Lestrange was now standing opposite her, Tom Riddle gone. However, his voice was still surrounding her, booming of the trees and the canopy of the forest, as Bellatrix now began closing in on her. The madwoman’s manic laugh was also echoing about the enclosure, as she ran full speed at Indie. A shriek, followed by a sudden drop to a cowering position left the young girl waiting for a strike that never came. The laugh, and the voice was still there, but when she looked up, she was quite alone.
The noises here fading now, and it was an almost ear splitting silence. Not wanting to stay, she turned on her heel, to run into Harry. The endless encounters becoming to much, she fell to her knees, tears arriving, as fear took over her whole body.
“How can you be the one to save us all?” Harry accused, his eyes hard and menacing as he stared down on a trembling Indie.
“You can’t even handle a couple of hallucinations!”
“Me?” Indie cried, “I’m not the Chosen One, you are!”
“Stop fooling yourself!” he yelled, his voice echoing, as Bellatrix’s laugh and Riddle’s Parseltongue came flooding back.
“You know as well as anybody no one can fight without your help!” he bellowed, “What kind of Gryffindor are you? COWARD!”
“The noise, I can’t stand it!” Indie screamed, covering her ears and reeling in pain and fear.
“WHAT KIND OF GRYFFINDOR ARE YOU?”
“YOU CAN’T SAVE US!”
“COWARD!”
“WHAT KIND OF GRYFFINDOR ARE YOU?”
“YOU CAN’T SAVE US!”
“COWARD!”
“WHAT KIND OF GRYFFINDOR ARE YOU?”
“YOU CAN’T SAVE US!”
“COWARD!”
“Indie.”
“WHAT KIND OF GRYFFINDOR ARE YOU?”
“YOU CAN’T SAVE US!”
“COWARD!”
“Indie!”
“WHAT KIND OF GRYFFINDOR ARE YOU?”
“YOU CAN’T SAVE US!”
“COWARD!”
“INDIE!”

She sat up, screaming, sweating, and in tears.
She was staring at her roommates, Hermione among them, the most worried of them. The others simply looked annoyed that they’d been awoken.
“Indie, what’s wrong?” Hermione asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking the emotional girl straight in the eyes.
Her voice; that was the one she could only just hear among all the chaos in her nightmare.
Panting, Indie was unable to muster up any words, nothing short of a whimper at least. Was it really a nightmare? It felt almost real, but it was a mad world, one where Alice might feel quite content in.
“Indie?” Hermione said again, quieter this time. The other girls had gone back to their beds now, knowing that Indie was no longer keeping them up.
Muttering something incoherently under her breath, Indie pushed her covers aside and began to stand.
“Indie, stop,” Hermione began, standing up also, and racing to support a weak and exhausted Indie.

“Dumbledore. Now!”