LOL, okay, I'll wait! So..did you like Casino Royale? I haven't seen it...

My mom says it was predictable, but like I say, I did not understand what it was about cause of the poker stuff (half the movie is based on the money earned in some big poker game.,... sorry, the whole movie really), and you can't exactly predict something you don't get...

Overall, fairly enjoyable... thought it could be better, but there's this guy in this scene when James Bond is in Madagascar and the guy he's chasing has some crazy jumping skills!

Scenes were enjoyable, really loud at many parts (not the music, just the sudden noises in James Bond movies that make you jump and some dialogue), some great jokes if you actually get them and can understand them speaking-wise (I'm working on understanding British accents... kinda funny considering I watch Harry Potter, eh? Subtitles, life savour!)

Overall ya, cool movie (still stand on it coulda been better, and it was too long... understand how to play poker a bit more now cause of Casino Royale tho! )

Ok I'm done this chapter...
FINALLY!
Anyways, ya, couldn't think of a good title... it kinda works with the story but kinda doesn't...
I went through HBP (book) to get the first section of this chapter, that's one reason why I took forever (it's my favourite line Ron says I was looking for, along with the rest of the class he said it in).
Enjoy

Chapter 7
‘I Don’t Know!’

Harry sat in his classes not truly paying attention. He was trying to figure out what to do about his dreams, what to do about Dom. He needed a new challenge, and now he has one; figuring out Dom. Hermione had tried to talk to her earlier, but that was no use, Dom just shut her out.
“Mr. Potter, would you stop daydreaming for a moment at least pretend to care,” Snape said in a cold monotone.
“I could say the same about you,” Harry mumbled as he tore his gaze away from Dom.
“What was that, Potter?”
“Nothing, sir,” Harry responded with mock sincereness. Snape’s gaze bore into him, and Harry looked down at his paper, continuing to write.
“Ten points from Gryffindor,” Snape said plainly.
“What for?” Harry asked, looking up.
“Just because you’re Potter,” Snape responded, his lip curling into a twisted smile. Turning away, he went back to his lesson about Inferi. As soon as Professor Snape had turned around, Harry’s attention went back to Dom.
“What is the difference between a ghost and an Inferius?”
Hermione’s hand shot up, but Snape ignored it.
“Anyone...?”
Hermione’s hand was waving crazily in the air. Harry’s attention was still on Dom.
“Potter seems to have a lot to say on the subject,” Snape drawled sarcastically. “So tell us, Potter. What is the different between a ghost and an Inferius?” He dropped a book on Harry’s desk, causing him to jump and look up.
“Er - well - ghosts are transparent...”
“Oh, very good,” Snape interrupted, his lip curling. “Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. ‘Ghosts are transparent.’”
In the back, Pansy Parkinson let out a high-pitched giggle. Some others in the class were either smirking of laughing. Harry took a deep breath and continued calmly, despite his insides boiling. “Yeah, ghosts are transparent, but Inferi are dead bodies, aren’t they? So they’d be solid...”
“A five-year-old could have told us as much,” Snape sneered. “The Inferius is a corpse that has been reanimated by a Dark wizard’s spells. It is not alive, but merely used like a puppet to do the wizard’s bidding. A ghost, as I trust you are all aware by now, is the imprint of a departed soul left upon earth, and of course, as Potter so wisely tells us, transparent.”
“Well what Harry said is most useful if we’re trying to tell them apart!” Ron said indignantly. “When we come face-to-face with one down a dark alley, we’re going to be having a shufti to see if it’s solid, aren’t we, we’re not going to be asking, ‘Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?’”
The classroom echoes with loud laughter, which was instantly subdued by the look Snape gave to everyone.
“Another ten points from Gryffindor,” Snape said. “I would expect nothing more sophisticated from you, Ronald Weasley, the boy so solid he cannot Apparate half an inch across a room.”
“No!” whispered Hermione, grabbing Harry’s arm as he opened his mouth furiously, now really paying attention. “There’s no point, you’ll just end up in detention. Leave it!”
“Now open your books to page two hundred and thirteen,” said Snape, smirking a little, “and read the first two paragraphs on the Cruciatus Curse...”
Ron was subdued the rest of class. When the bell sounded at the end of the lesson, indicating the end of classes for the weekend, Harry, Ron and Hermione rushed out of class. They went up the stairs to the Tower without a word, the only word spoken being the password to get into the Gryffindor common room. Hermione went upstairs to her dormitory and stayed there for a long while, and Harry and Ron dropped their things by the couch and sat down.
“Hiya Harry!”
Harry looked up and saw some second year boy he didn’t recognize.
“Hey...”
“Do you know when you’re holding Quidditch practice by chance?”
“Not yet...”
“Will you be...?”
“Yes, I’ll be posting the day,” Harry said with a clenched jaw.
“Ok, thanks!” The boy scurried off. The common room was silent for another few minutes, no one passed through to go to their dorms or hang out in the room.
“So you still have no idea when...” Ron stopped when he saw the glare Harry was giving him. Without saying a word, Ron stood up and went upstairs, leaving Harry alone in the common room in thought for a long while.
“Hiya Harry!”
Harry looked up to see another second year boy standing at the edge of the couch.
“Do you happen to know when...”
“No,” Harry responded flatly. The boy then walked away. The portrait hole kept on opening, and every time the person would come up to Harry and ask the same exact question. On the thirtieth time, Harry just bellowed, “I DON’T KNOW!” before the person could even ask.
“Don’t know what? How to describe a ghost?”
Harry recognized Dom’s slightly mocking voice immediately. He blushed.
“Thought you were someone else...” he muttered as he reached out to grab anything that could distract him. He grabbed a magazine. Dom was silent, the only noise being footsteps.
“Since when’d you read Just 4 Witches?”
Harry jumped and tossed the magazine across the room.
“What’re you talking about?” he asked as he turned around and saw Dom behind the couch and practically over his shoulder with a slight smirk.
“That ‘the Chosen One’ has ‘chosen’ to read girl magazines. What’s with you lately?”
“Why’re you asking?” Harry asked, somewhat suspicious.
“Because I’m curious, do I need a reason for everything?”
Harry couldn’t take it, he stood up and started to head to the stairs leading to his dormitory.
“Where’re you going?” Dom asked.
“Where do you think?” Harry responded as he stopped at the bottom of the stair to turn around. He semi-smirked.
“Uh... no where?” Dom responded with a playful smile.
“You seemed to like being alone before,” Harry responded quietly. He quickly regretted saying this, Dom went solemn and pulled back to herself once more. She looked down for a few moments.
“I was told by someone that you should the past behind you, that if you accept one person, your life can turn around,” Dom responded, looking back up at him.
“How’s it gone so far?” Harry asked, his smirk turning to a warm smile as he started to go back into the centre of the common room (to grab his things).
“Fairly well actually.”
Harry felt her grip on his robes, and he turned to face her. She looked up at him and before he could think twice, his lips were on hers.

OOOO!!! I luved it! That's my fave line of Ron's too! They kissed!!!!! Yea!!!!

Glad you liked it, it didn't catch my eye, so I didn;t go see it. You would have big trouble understanding me then, I have the biggest British accent ever Yeah, I'm in America right now, for the rest of the winterr, then we're going back to England, so ya! PAMSPAMSPAMS!!!!!!!!!

Cool Where abouts in England are you going (back) to?

I'm Canadian, and despite how I've come across many British people (and I might've danced for the queen when I was 7... ), and I actually know a girl in one of my classes that has British parents and lived there for a bit and has a slight British accent (well not native, moved there from Germany and then the girl in ym class was born there, lived there for about 6 years and moved out here to Canada).
Ya, I lived in the states and my classmates were like, 'are you canadian?', cause they apparently didn't understand how I said 'house' in 5th grade (they say it like 'hows' and it's like, 'hoose' to Canadians, many differences), and how I used to always say 'eh'... and saying 'root' instead of 'raote' (pronouncing it that way), and 'roof' intstead of 'ruf' (honestly they sound like barking dogs when they say 'roof'!) Ya... I don't exactly have a strong Canadian accent anymore

Ya, I'm stuck on an idea for chapter 8, so it might take awhile for the next update... sorry!

It's fine! I'm just glad you're sticking to it Yeah, I say all those things you do...Well, we moved her from England. but it's not the same, so we decided to move back. But, not to the same part, so I do not know...it could be on the completely different side for all I know! But, whatever! I'll letchya know when I find out!

New reader!! And... I love your story! Its soo amazing! Please post more soon!!!

Sorry about the wait. I though I'd have this up like... two and a bit days ago but I couldn't think of a good way to end the chapter that didn't sound corner or too much OOC.

Here's chapter 8! Not all that much but I had to have the ending as you all will figure out
The chapter paragraph's have spaces in between because it's fairly lengthy and a lot of long paragraphs
I'm not as witty as Ginny is so her comments might not be as sharp as she really is. But Ginny's just being... well Ginny in this chapter
Couldn't think of a very good title so I just now put what worked best...
Enjoy
Sarah

Chapter 8
Try-Outs

Walking down the hallway once more, I found I could see my way a bit better. The shadow overcast so long ago seems to have vanished, getting even better as I continued walking. The light eventually came very bright; I had to shield my eyes as I neared a wall. Squinting, I removed my hand and looked past the black metal bars. Dom seemed to have found the door handle.
Silently, I watched her struggle, knowing I couldn’t do anything about it. She even pulled out her wand and muttered a spell, but yet that didn’t even seem to work. Her fight seemed futile, yet she kept trying.
Why is she still stuck in here?
I dropped my head, and as soon as I did my head hit the metal bars...

Harry was awoken by something hitting his head. Hard. He swore under his breath. Sitting up slowly, he saw Neville trying to move something off of his dresser with magic.

“Just save time and move it with you hands, Neville,” Harry grunted as he rubbed his head.

“Oh, uh... sorry Harry. Did I hit you?” Neville asked turning around.

“No...” Harry groaned sarcastically as he sat up, still rubbing his head as his feet touched the cold floor. As he stood up, the dormitory door swung open, crashing into the wall. Harry cringed, the noise sounded abnormally loud.

“Harry! You were supposed to be at the Quidditch pitch at least half an hour ago!” someone exclaimed. “They’re starting to form a riot out there...”

Harry felt around for his glasses. Putting them on, he saw a battered Ron leaning on the doorway, purple and black bruises standing out on his paled face. He looked as though he had just escaped Azkaban.

“Huh?” was all that escaped Harry’s mouth.

“Try-outs!” Ron exclaimed, bewildered. “How could you forget?”

Rolling his eyes, Harry quickly changed into his Quidditch robes - he liked the Quidditch Captain badge he had gotten very much - and left the dormitory. He rushed out of the common room and to the Quidditch Pitch. Ron was right, there was a rioting mob of practically all the boys of Gryffindor House, along with a few girls. He even saw someone break another’s broom in half. The boy took his broken broom and ran off the pitch, wailing and crying. The boy passed Harry and was out of sight not even a moment later.

Running up to the pitch, Harry stood in front of the crowd.

“Stop!” Harry hollered. The rioting continued on. Pulling out his wand, Harry whispered, ‘Sonorous’. He then put the wand up to the side of his neck.

“Calm down!”

The group came to an abrupt half. Half-cast spells flew out of their owner’s wands, breaking whatever was closest (and breakable ). Harry then pulled his wand away and whispered, ‘Quietus’.

“You all want to be on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, am I correct?”

They all nodded frantically, some people even yelled, ‘Yes!’

“You all want to defend the hoops, toss the Quaffle from person to person, and hit some bludgers to the other team, correct?”

“Yes!” the group called out.

“Well rioting the way you were doesn’t improve my judgment of every single one of you.”

Everyone in the group looked sheepish.

“Now you all your brooms?”

The group of people held up their brooms, ranging from the school’s Cleansweeps to Nimbuses.

Harry started organizing the group into smaller groups, and then he made them all circle the Pitch for a few minutes. He managed to lose half the size of the group; the first years couldn’t keep up. After testing Beaters, he ended up with two 6th year guys. He then tested the Keepers until he had two left; Ron and another 6th year transfer from France, Anne. When he dwindled down the group of Chasers, he got them all to shoot on the two.

“Name?” Harry asked automatically.

The person, a girl, laughed.

“Dominique Fraser.”

Harry looked up and saw Dominique in front of him, a Firebolt at her side. He was surprised she had one, but he had one himself so he shouldn’t seem so astonished. He wrote down her name.

“Position?”

“You’re testing the Chasers, right?”

Harry blushed as he scribbled out her name - it was under the Beater column he had set up (even though he had filled the Beater positions) - and put it into the Chaser column.

“Take a shot at Ron,” Harry said when he finished writing. She walked away, and he watched her grab the Quaffle and mount her broom. Ron was looking rather edgy; he hadn’t needed to face a Firebolt yet. She kicked up off the ground and sped towards Ron, doing a series of dodges and rolls to avoid the bludgers, shot by the beaters Jimmy Peakes and Ritchie Coote, flying at her. She got up to the hoop, flew to her left quickly, and then back to her right and shot; she had made it through, causing Ron to miss one goal out of 5. He looked rather glum as he landed on the ground.

When Anne got her turn, she didn’t miss any, but when the last shot was made, she went the wrong way, a lost expression on her face.

After Harry finally got the team, he noticed it was almost dark. He called the team down, not even having time for their planned practice.

“Sorry, but as you can tell it’s a bit late for practice. I’ve got the pitch booked tomorrow so be here at four in the afternoon!”

“Why tomorrow?” Peakes asked.

“Yeah, tomorrow is busy for pretty much everyone here...” one of the chasers, Demelza Robins, added.

“Tomorrow is Saturday, how is it busy after four?” Harry asked.

“Tomorrow is a day at Hogsmeade,” Demelza answered as if it was obvious.

“Well... I knew that,” Harry said defiantly. “Sunday, the day after tomorrow, be here at 9 then.”

“In the morning?” Ginny, one of the new Chasers, complained. She isn’t much of a morning person; she usually has to have her roommates pull her out of bed, by force, at 11am.

“That way it’s out of the way, wakes you up and you have time to do any homework,” Harry responded simply.

“Since when’d you care about doing homework?” Ginny shot back at him. The team chuckled.

“I vaguely recall seeing you do your homework from noon til midnight, Gin.”

Ginny opened her mouth to respond, but thought of nothing to say.

“Sunday, 9am unless I say the day is changed. Our first match is against Slytherin and that’s next Saturday, so we have to practice and get used to working with each other,” Harry stated.

“You sound like an old wise crack,” Ginny cut him off. The team started to laugh, but stopped when they saw the look on Harry’s face.

“Thank you, Ginny, that’s what I was aiming for,” Harry responded sarcastically. “And you’re all free to go.”

Ginny, Demelza, Peakes, Coote, and Ron walked off, Ginny leading ahead. Dom didn’t budge from her spot. Harry was about to follow as well, but he didn’t want to leave her all alone either.

“So there’s a Hogsmeade day tomorrow?” he asked, attempting to rid of the awkward (to him it was) silence.

“Yeah,” she responded. “Personally I can’t wait; I’ve never been there before.”

Harry was stunned. He was about to ask why she hadn’t been there with her parents, but he thought better.

“Do you need a guide?” he asked with a cocky grin. Dom chuckled and looked up at him.

"That’d be great,” she responded, smiling.

YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A POST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Awsome post!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Are Harry and Dom going to fall in love!!!!!!??????
Can't wait till you post again!!!!

Uh... well... he comes in at the... end of the book... you'll see what's happened since you... last saw him... (I read the book, he is the one holding MANY secrets given in the end. Don't skip ahead and find out tho, trust me, it'll ruin the fun. I did that... only after everyone told me like, everything...)

Anyways, I'm gonna start chapter 9, have a base for the chapter this time at least, so ya, a few days I s'pose (not between the 27th and 30th since I'll be in the States visiting my friend, and I get back in the morning of the 31st so it might be then but it depends...)

Oh! I lurved it!<3!!! But, about Murtagh... that is sad! I wuff him! I thought he'd be in it more than just at the end... I figured he'd have secrests though!

When you read what he has to say (secrets and he says where he's been), you'll know WHY he hasn't been in the book until the end

Ok, I can't stand it, I'm gonna have to do something about this... usually I'm at home just typing on MS Word, but I'm gonna try something new...
I'm gonna write the next chapter in this little box! (next post of course).
I usually have the spell check... cause the occasional word just slips my mind, but it won't be... much different
Next post! I'll try to have it up soon but I dunno how fast my friend will get bored, so whatever I'll have is what I'll post.
I'll just 'edit' after that.
Next post I'll have as much as I have.

This is all I have so far... I'll add onto it later (friend wants to get on now)
Not much, but it's just half of the chapter (thus getting no name to the chapter)
Enjoy
Sarah

P.S: I have a horrible writing block for this chapter right now... so it'll be awhile before this chapter is actually finished... sorry

Chapter 9

Harry stood in shock on the Quidditch pitch. Where did the words come from? He'd never been... one that was known to be great with the ladies (Hermione doesn't count because she's already a friend). Smiling to himself, he started to walk off the Pitch.
"You asked her out?"
Harry jumped. Looking to his left was Ron and Ginny, both hiding behind the walls of the bleachers.
"What're you two doing here?" he asked.
"Well... I was talking strategy with Ron and we just happened to hear you and Dom..." Ginny responded. Even if Harry was gullible, he would've been able to tell she was lying by her quick response.
"Alright then, what'd you come up with?" he responded in a curious way.
Ginny looked at Ron for help, but he just shrugged.
"It's a Keeper-to-Chaser thing..." she responded slowly.
"Well Keeper-to-Seeker sounds a bit better, so Ron..." Harry started.
Ron's ears brightened. The embarrassment started to shine onto his face. Harry chuckled and walked away, humming a tune to himself along the way.

A bright light shone in my face as I looked past cold metal bars. Inside was an empty room. Squinting, I saw it wasn't empty; sitting next to the locked door was Dom. She was curled into a ball, knees pulled up to her chest and her face was buried. It sounded like she was talking to herself, but I couldn't understand a word.
"Don't give up," I whispered.
"'arry..."
Harry shot up in his bed.
"Don't give up," he said in a quick, slurred way, which made it sound more like 'dungiveup'.
"What about dung?"
Looking to his left, Harry saw Ron at the side of his bed, eyebrows raised.
"Just a dream..." Harry mumbled as he swung his feet over the edge. Standing up, he stretched and slowly made his way to his dresser.
"Well... hurry up, we're all leaving for Hogsmeade in twenty minutes," Ron responded quickly.
"You sound like Hermione, mate..." Harry yawned pointedly as he started getting dressed.
“Well she did tell me to get you out of bed...” Ron mumbled as he toyed with a bit of his robe. Harry stopped for a moment.
“Since when’d you actually listen to Hermione?” Harry asked slowly. Ron’s ears went red, the colour starting to flow down to his face. Harry looked closer at his friend’s embarrassed expression, and then he realized.
“Did you... are you actually...” Ron cut him off silently; he nodded. Harry chuckled as he put on a coat; he saw rain sprinkling.

The end of the day came in what felt like a matter of moments to Harry. He spent the whole day with Dom, Hermione and Ron stayed to themselves. He felt like he didn't have enough time to learn more about Dom, let alone show her all of Hogsmeade.
"Well I heard the next Hogsmeade trip isn't until sometime late November..." Dom commented as they entered the Gryffindor common room. "You can show me the rest of Hogsmeade then."
Harry was slightly surprised. She was fast.
"You've yet to see the Shrieking Shack," Harry responded with a sly grin.
"The most haunted building in all of Britain?" Dom asked.
"As it's believed," Harry said mysteriously. Dom raised an eyebrow, but didn't question it.
"Hiya Harry."
Harry turned around and say Ron coming in through the portrait hole.
"Is it just me, or is that hole getting smaller?" Ron asked.
"It's just you," Dom and Harry responded at the same time.
"So where's Mione?" Harry asked.
"Prob'ly with Parvati and Lavender, they yanked her to some store... Madmoiselle Puddy or something..."
"Madam Pudifoot," Dom corrected. Ron gawked at her for a moment, and then looked at Harry.
"How does she know that? She just saw the village today!" he exclaimed.
"It's a girl thing I s'pose," she responded. Harry liked the way she said 's'pose', it sounded so unique.
"Mental..."
"It's about time you get to know that place, if you and hermione are still going out during Valentines, she'll probably pull you in there," Dom pointed out, shrugging. Ron looked at her with an eyebrow raised.
"What about a boot?" he asked. It was Dom's turn to raise an eyebrow.
"I didn't say anything about a boot..."
"You just said it again! It's like... 'a boot a boot'! It makes no sense!"
It took Dom a moment to realize what Ron meant. She burst out laughing. Ron gawked again, confused, Harry mirroring the expression with the same amount of confusion.
"I thought it was just Americans that said that about Canadians!" Dom exclaimed. "About as in a-b-o-u-t, not a boot as in singular for boots."
"Oh..." Ron muttered, flustered. His ears started going rosy in embarrassment. He walked past the two of them. Dom chuckled and shook her head.
"How'd you know about the Valentines Day thing with Madam Pudifoot's?" Harry asked as soon as Ron was out of sight. He never said anything about that to her.
"I... read... about it... I think... I don't know really, I just... know you get pink and white confetti in your face on Valentines Day there and some other things about the day go on in there..." Dom responded, shrugging again.
"Well you never know, you might see this year," Harry responded, smiling. He even surprised himself with the comment. Where was it all coming from? Dom giggled.
"Guess we will," she said. Standing up on her toes slightly, she kissed Harry.

:party4:
so...
HAPPY NEW YEARS!
-does a dance-
:party4:

YAY! I'm done chapter 9 now! Sorry bout nothing about what happened AT Hogsmeade, it'd be way too long and I couldn't think of anything right now...
I have my ideas for chapter 10, but it won't be up for awhile, sorry!
but someone HAS to post b4 I post chapter 10... that's all I'm saying. It's been like... ok, ONLY 4 days but seriously, I didn't finish the chapter til now and NO one commented within that 4 day gap! -feels unlubbed-

Maybe I should just not bother with this F.F... despite how many cool ideas I have for it...

WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????????????????????
NO!!!! You need to bother with this fanfic!!!!!!!????
You know how I went to Texas... yeah well.... all I could think about was this story! I wondered for a week what I was going to read once I came back!
And now that I'm back and now that I have read your updates... ITS BASICALLY EVERYTHING I WANTED TO HAPPEN!!

I loved your posts... and I can't believe Harry has gotten so good with the ladies! lol!
Please post more soon!!!!

hi,
i thought that i woudl check your other ff. it's really good. PAMS!
Jessica

I know, Harry's freaking me out with his lady-charming ways! Luck I s'pose...

Are you gonna continue posting??? Pretty Please!

And if that doesn't work... I will get on my knees and beg!....
Please!
Look Hermione is eager to find out what's going to happen to Harry and Dom.

I guess you'll just have to find out...
I feel like being ebil BUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Ha...
Anyways ya, depends. I just get sick of posting and it's been like, a week and still no response (sometimes on this thread, it happened in the beginning, and on my other F.F that I work the most on, no one pays attention to it at all... kinda funny, the one I work less on gets more attention, like Fallen for example, yet the one I do the most work on gets nothing whatsoever It's horrible).

So ya, maybe I'll stop and just not bother with this F.F anymore... maybe not... depends on how things go...
You'll find out somehow

and here's me wondering if I should even bother posting the most cooliest chapter... I mean, since I JUST finished it... it's so... it's such a story-starter! (technically... all the action-ie-ish shtuff comes into the story in the chapter I JUST finished...).
But I guess it doesn't matter... guess I'll just let it rot in MS Word, the most action-ie chapter of all... rot in MS Word... Should it? You can change that...

And believe me, I actually just finished it, 1:05am, have to wake up at 9am...
I got bored of Fallen so I switched to Dreams (for the first time in for like, ever, I did it for FUN! That's why I love this chapter, I enjoyed it the most).

Such a shame to see a chapter I actually loved writing go to waste...
-does a Stewie impersonation from the episode when he worked as Brian's boss for Cashscam when Stewie said some line I can't remember but was telling Brian something about being right or sumthin-
You can change that

And I totally just got this av. It's SOOO awesome! -pokes who made it on Profile- It's such an awesome avatar and it's from a 'grab bag'!
Anyways, ya... you can change that!

Sarah

Well I don't know.... you shouldn't let anything go to waste.
Its bad. So you should just post...post...and... POST!!!!!!!!
Please.... come on... pretty please!

Oh and by the way... I love your new av. It's so awsome!

Ok, ok, fine I wanted to get finished with chapter 11 (not much left), but I may as well post now or it'll be done tomorrow.
Ya, I'm gonna continue, it's just... all my 'Extra F.Fs' are like... so... ignored/less active and it kinda starts to bug me at times...
Most of the time I just say that cause that's how people actually seem to notice this thread exists...
and I was bored... and in a bad mood...
Anyways, here's chapter 10. Think it might be the longest I've ever written for this F.F, but I dunno...
Like I said b4, action begins!
Enjoy!
Sarah

And with this av, I find green looks good with it (the av does have green in it after all!), so from now on the chapters will be Dark Green (or any green)!
And I've gotten into a bad habit... I haven't been naming chapters! This chapter... JUST named aso it probably stinks cause it's 10am here and I'm still sleepy (and very sick at that...)

P.P.S: Also... I kinda skipped a month in this chapter. It's now December, nearly Christmas Break.
Just so ya don't get confuzzled in the next few chapters

Chapter 10
Nightmare Come True

The room in which I now stood in seemed very familiar. Looking around, I the common room. The fire was out, leaving him engulfed in the shadows of the night.
Why am I here?
Suddenly there was a pop, very faint but distinguishable. It’s impossible to Apparate into Hogwarts, how was it possible this person got through the spell?
I squinted to get a better look at the person that had somehow Apparated into the common room; there wasn’t just one, but two, I couldn’t tell if there was a third or not, but he swore there was. They crowded around a chair; someone sat asleep in it, a student. They grabbed the student, waking them up. One of the people covered the student’s mouth to muffle the scream that came out. My eyes adjusted a bit more, and I saw the hoods and masks of Death Eaters. Right then, my stomach dropped.
My eyes then flickered to the student. I nearly let out my empty stomach at the sight of Dom being mobbed by the Death Eaters.
“No!”
With a look of sheer panic gleaming in her dark sapphire eyes, one of the Death Eaters whispered something into her ear, and then they were gone.
“Dom!”
Harry bolted up in his bed. Sweating and panting, he jumped out of his bed and ran out of the dormitory, ignoring Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville, who were standing on the other side of the bed with a worried and surprised expression.
Running down the stairs, still in his pajamas, Harry skidded to a stop in the common room. It was empty.
“Hermione!” Harry yelled. “Mione! Get down here!” He kept calling her name and for her to come down to the common room until she showed up, still in her own pajamas as she rubbed her weary-looking eyes.
“Uh...?” she muttered.
“Dom... is she in the dorm?”
“No...”
“When’d you last see her?” he demanded.
“Las’ nigh... why?” she asked, slurring her words out of tiredness. Harry’s mind raced as he started to panic.
“When last night?” he asked in the same demanding way.
“Jus’ ’fore bed... why?”
“Where?”
“Down ‘air...” she responded, pointed at a chair. Harry spun around to look to where Hermione was pointing. Horror paled his face, his body started to shake as he saw the exact same chair Dom was in during his dream.
“’arry?”
Harry looked up at Hermione.
“What?” he snapped.
“Why d’ya wanna know?” she snapped back.
“Nightmare... and I think it’s just come true.”
Hermione disappeared from his sight. He heard her thumping down the stairs and stomped right up in front of him.
“What... happened... in... the... dream?” she snarled.
Harry was completely taken aback, usually Hermione was the one putting up with a grumpy and snarly Ron and himself, not the other way around. Harry tried to suppress the shaking, but it only got worse. He couldn’t respond. Hermione grabbed his shoulders with a harsh grip.
“What... happened?” she repeated, just as snarly.
“Dom... here... in chair... taken by... De... De-De-Death Eaters,” Harry managed to get out through shuddering breaths. Hermione’s harsh grip alone kept him conscious. Hermione’s eyes widened, which made the bags under them more noticeable.
“When?” she asked in a low whisper.
“Dr... dream...”
“She couldn’t... she couldn’t have just left the Tower...”
“Wh... why?” Harry stammered curiously.
“It’s 3 in the morning.”
No wonder I’ve never seen a snarly Hermione... Harry thought. He tried to say something, get another thought out of his mouth, but nothing came.
“How did they get in?” Hermione yawned.
“Apparate...”
“That’s not possible,” Hermione snapped indignantly. “It says in Hogwarts: A History, clearly, that there’s an Anti-Disapparation charm and it can only be broken when the Headmaster wishes, and that is only in cases of Apparition practice.”
“It... it happened... look... look at the ground... next to... chair...” Harry finally said. Hermione let go of Harry and went to check out the floor. Harry wavered on the spot, but didn’t fall.
“It... how could they...” Hermione muttered to herself as she inspected the floor. “You never know if it was just Crookshanks scuffing up the floor, Harry.”
“How can a cat make the wood go black!” Harry bellowed angrily. “The fire was out, it’s not possible that he could’ve pulled the logs so it has to have been...”
“What’s going on... Mr. Potter! 3 in the morning, by the name of Gryffindor himself, what has gotten into you?”
Harry and Hermione spun around and saw Professor McGonagall rushing through the portrait hole and into the common room. His face had not yet gained colour, his shaking was still visible. He heard the grumbling, tired students behind him, but he could not move, it felt to strenuous for him to do such a simple task.
“Ms. Granger? What... what happened?”
Hermione looked at Harry, and then at the Head of Gryffindor House.
“Harry... he had a dream... a nightmare really... that... how did it go?” she turned to Harry, unsure.
“Dom... chair... Death Eaters... come... take her away...” he forced out of his mouth. He started to find it was much more difficult for him to speak, even to let out a still-panting breath. Professor McGonagall looked stunned. “Mione... roommate... not see her... last time... she did was... in same chair... sometime... last night,” Harry finished, now gasping for air.
“Was it a dream?” she asked. Harry nodded vigorously, which made his head spin and the pain of a knife stab at his forehead. He knew it wasn’t his scar, as it normally was, but just from a major shock. Professor McGonagall even seemed to not know what to do.
“Well... first thing’s first. Ms. Granger, if you could bring Mr. Potter to the hospital wing...”
Harry’s knees felt as though they were about to give out on him.
“And... oh, there you are Mr. Weasley! Help Potter to the hospital, please.”
Ron stumbled in front of the mob of students. He tip-toed closer to Harry, but he took too long. By the time he got to helping Hermione balance their friend, Harry fainted.

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