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Wonderstruck · 03-03-2011, 04:06 PM

And, after a rather extended period of time (which I can only apologize profusely for) I have come bearing an update. Let us hope the inspiration to write this story will remain, since sometimes it comes and goes as quickly as this spring weather at my school

I hadn't slept well the entire night, my dreams going along in the usual manner that they did until the boy I had seen in Dumbledore's mind would randomly appear. He wouldn't say anything to me, he would merely stand there, watching me, almost as if he was waiting for me to break free from the people I was with to be with him. The boy who had originally seemed young to me had gotten slightly older, so he was more my age, and his strong desire to be near me, to touch me, was almost so overbearing I had a hard time ignoring it. However, each time I would be about to walk over Harry would appear to me, take my hand, and lead me away. By the third or fourth time of this same occurrence I decided to give up, and instead resorted to going downstairs.

I walked down the wooden, creaky steps, holding onto the banister as I went while pulling my robe tighter around me with my other arm. I was never really cold anymore, but the dreams had left me so unsettled, so unsure, that I was expecting the boy to pop out at any moment, begging me to go away with him.

I plopped down on the same large couch I had been waiting for Dumbledore on, and stared out the window, the sunrise just on the horizon, casting an orangish red hue to the sky and the ground. I was so lost in my own thoughts that I had hardly noticed that Harry had come down and was standing by the stairs, leaning against them and looking at me.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked, his demeanor aware but still struggling to fight off the urge to crawl back in bed.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, giving the most convincing smile I could. Obviously it had failed because Harry walked over and sat down on the couch next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me in so that my head was resting against his shoulder.

"You were talking in your sleep," said Harry before letting out a little yawn.

"I was?" I said, sitting up slightly to look at him. Harry gave me a little nod.

"What was I saying?"

"Something about you couldn't go with him, you weren't allowed to. Then you went on to say that you would be able to be together again, we just had to wait for the perfect moment."

I stared at Harry, not being able to stop my mouth from falling open slightly. How did that work? I hadn't even spoken to the boy in my dream, so how was it that I was speaking to him in my sleep talk?

"So, who exactly were you talking to?" Harry asked, curiosity mixed with a slight sign of amusement.

"I don't know," I said with a little shrug, going from shock to confusion. Harry noticing how upset I was straightened himself up.

"It's nothing to worry about Abby. People sleep talk all the time. Surely you've heard Ron go off about spiders at least once or twice," said Harry with a little chuckle.

"I know, it's just, this is different," I said looking at Harry.

"Different how?"

"The boy in my dreams, the one that wanted me to come with him, was the boy I had seen in Dumbledore's thoughts when we went to go and see Professor Slughorn."

Harry raised his eyebrows slightly before furrowing them downwards. "Do you get a better sense of who the boy may be?"

"No," I said with the shake of the head, "but he was older this time, closer to our age. And Harry, I wish I could explain it to you. His desire for me to go with him was almost overpowering."

Harry took hold of my hand. "Well, did you go with him?"

"Every time I was about to but then you came and would lead me away."

Harry nodded his head slowly, still looking at me with curiosity. "Maybe if we can figure out who this boy is, things will make more sense," Harry said, leaning forward and giving me a kiss on the forehead. I leaned my head into the crook of his neck and stayed there, until we heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

"What in the world are you two doing up so early?" came Mr. Weasley's voice.

"Abby had a nightmare is all," said Harry, giving Mr. Weasley a little smile.

"Ahh, well, nightmares are normal given the state of things. Anyone whose not having at least one or two should probably be concerned," he said with a little chuckle.

"Yeah, really," Harry said, his mind flashing to Voldemort bending down over him at the Ministry.

I gave his hand a squeeze before getting up. "Can I help with breakfast at all?" I asked, wanting something to take my mind off the dreams.

"Oh, Molly will be done in a minute, and you know how fussy she is about our guests not doing much."

Harry and I both nodded. The rest of the morning flew, Harry and I going upstairs to rouse Hermione and Ron once Mrs. Weasley had gotten breakfast going. We decided it would be best to tell them about my dreams on the train ride, in order to avoid anyone overhearing. By the time we were done with breakfast my mind had happily veered off of the subject, and my excitement of returning back to Hogwarts had set in. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had hurried us into his magical enchanted muggle car to get to the platform, and by the time we had made it onto Platform 9 3/4 I couldn't help but smile.

"Now, you all have a safe term until break. I want you all to stay out of trouble, you hear me?" Mrs. Weasley said, giving us a stern look. "I mean it Ronald," she said at Ron's eye roll.

"Yeah, yeah, we'll be careful mum."

"I know how you four are about finding trouble."

"You know Mrs. Weasley, trouble seems to like to find us," I said with a smile that got her to laugh slightly, before pulling each of us into rib breaking hugs.

I was loading my suitcase into the storage compartment when I spotted Draco down the way. He was talking to his mom, who was whispering and looking around nervously. I wanted to try and reach out to hear what they were saying, but with all the noise and bustle of students, plus the announcement that the Express would be leaving soon, there was really no opportunity.

"Ready to find a seat?" asked Hermione, forcing me to pull my eyes away from them.

"Yeah, let's go."

I knew Hermione didn't believe that Draco was a person worth investigating, but I did. He knew something, and I was going to figure out what.

03-03-2011, 04:06 PM	#14 (permalink)
Wonderstruck SS Featured Writer Ramora Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Neverland Posts: 5,480 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jeremy Bradford Fifth Year	Chapter Three: A Bloody Nose "It's not who you are that holds you back, it's who you think you are not." And, after a rather extended period of time (which I can only apologize profusely for) I have come bearing an update. Let us hope the inspiration to write this story will remain, since sometimes it comes and goes as quickly as this spring weather at my school I hadn't slept well the entire night, my dreams going along in the usual manner that they did until the boy I had seen in Dumbledore's mind would randomly appear. He wouldn't say anything to me, he would merely stand there, watching me, almost as if he was waiting for me to break free from the people I was with to be with him. The boy who had originally seemed young to me had gotten slightly older, so he was more my age, and his strong desire to be near me, to touch me, was almost so overbearing I had a hard time ignoring it. However, each time I would be about to walk over Harry would appear to me, take my hand, and lead me away. By the third or fourth time of this same occurrence I decided to give up, and instead resorted to going downstairs. I walked down the wooden, creaky steps, holding onto the banister as I went while pulling my robe tighter around me with my other arm. I was never really cold anymore, but the dreams had left me so unsettled, so unsure, that I was expecting the boy to pop out at any moment, begging me to go away with him. I plopped down on the same large couch I had been waiting for Dumbledore on, and stared out the window, the sunrise just on the horizon, casting an orangish red hue to the sky and the ground. I was so lost in my own thoughts that I had hardly noticed that Harry had come down and was standing by the stairs, leaning against them and looking at me. "Are you alright?" Harry asked, his demeanor aware but still struggling to fight off the urge to crawl back in bed. "Yeah, I'm fine," I said, giving the most convincing smile I could. Obviously it had failed because Harry walked over and sat down on the couch next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me in so that my head was resting against his shoulder. "You were talking in your sleep," said Harry before letting out a little yawn. "I was?" I said, sitting up slightly to look at him. Harry gave me a little nod. "What was I saying?" "Something about you couldn't go with him, you weren't allowed to. Then you went on to say that you would be able to be together again, we just had to wait for the perfect moment." I stared at Harry, not being able to stop my mouth from falling open slightly. How did that work? I hadn't even spoken to the boy in my dream, so how was it that I was speaking to him in my sleep talk? "So, who exactly were you talking to?" Harry asked, curiosity mixed with a slight sign of amusement. "I don't know," I said with a little shrug, going from shock to confusion. Harry noticing how upset I was straightened himself up. "It's nothing to worry about Abby. People sleep talk all the time. Surely you've heard Ron go off about spiders at least once or twice," said Harry with a little chuckle. "I know, it's just, this is different," I said looking at Harry. "Different how?" "The boy in my dreams, the one that wanted me to come with him, was the boy I had seen in Dumbledore's thoughts when we went to go and see Professor Slughorn." Harry raised his eyebrows slightly before furrowing them downwards. "Do you get a better sense of who the boy may be?" "No," I said with the shake of the head, "but he was older this time, closer to our age. And Harry, I wish I could explain it to you. His desire for me to go with him was almost overpowering." Harry took hold of my hand. "Well, did you go with him?" "Every time I was about to but then you came and would lead me away." Harry nodded his head slowly, still looking at me with curiosity. "Maybe if we can figure out who this boy is, things will make more sense," Harry said, leaning forward and giving me a kiss on the forehead. I leaned my head into the crook of his neck and stayed there, until we heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs. "What in the world are you two doing up so early?" came Mr. Weasley's voice. "Abby had a nightmare is all," said Harry, giving Mr. Weasley a little smile. "Ahh, well, nightmares are normal given the state of things. Anyone whose not having at least one or two should probably be concerned," he said with a little chuckle. "Yeah, really," Harry said, his mind flashing to Voldemort bending down over him at the Ministry. I gave his hand a squeeze before getting up. "Can I help with breakfast at all?" I asked, wanting something to take my mind off the dreams. "Oh, Molly will be done in a minute, and you know how fussy she is about our guests not doing much." Harry and I both nodded. The rest of the morning flew, Harry and I going upstairs to rouse Hermione and Ron once Mrs. Weasley had gotten breakfast going. We decided it would be best to tell them about my dreams on the train ride, in order to avoid anyone overhearing. By the time we were done with breakfast my mind had happily veered off of the subject, and my excitement of returning back to Hogwarts had set in. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had hurried us into his magical enchanted muggle car to get to the platform, and by the time we had made it onto Platform 9 3/4 I couldn't help but smile. "Now, you all have a safe term until break. I want you all to stay out of trouble, you hear me?" Mrs. Weasley said, giving us a stern look. "I mean it Ronald," she said at Ron's eye roll. "Yeah, yeah, we'll be careful mum." "I know how you four are about finding trouble." "You know Mrs. Weasley, trouble seems to like to find us," I said with a smile that got her to laugh slightly, before pulling each of us into rib breaking hugs. I was loading my suitcase into the storage compartment when I spotted Draco down the way. He was talking to his mom, who was whispering and looking around nervously. I wanted to try and reach out to hear what they were saying, but with all the noise and bustle of students, plus the announcement that the Express would be leaving soon, there was really no opportunity. "Ready to find a seat?" asked Hermione, forcing me to pull my eyes away from them. "Yeah, let's go." I knew Hermione didn't believe that Draco was a person worth investigating, but I did. He knew something, and I was going to figure out what. __________________ 'Cause there's always time for second guesses, I don't wanna know If you're gonna be the death of me, that's how I wanna go Last edited by Wonderstruck; 03-03-2011 at 09:00 PM.