his chosen one | harry james potter

Golden Egg

harry pov

Our Christmas break was over and we were back at school for our second semester. It doesn't feel right without Florence, plus my nightmares seem to replay night after night. The graveyard, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Nagini, and the other man.

The night before Florence got that letter from Lucius, we stayed up late in the common room and got to talking. It was during that time we figured out something weird.

It seems that whenever I have a bad dream, Florence has one too. Sometimes they're the same, sometimes they're different. But they happen on exactly the same nights.

It's absolutely mental. There's no explanation to it whatsoever.

So now I know that every night I have a bad dream, Florence is having one too. It's torture because every night that I wake up panicking, I just think of her doing the exact same.

Tonight was no different. I woke up drenched in a cold sweat. I took a minute to control my breathing before I decided to get out of bed. I couldn't stay there.

My dreams have been worse than ever recently. I have to talk to someone about it. I haven't heard from Sirius in a while so there's no point in telling him, Ron doesn't really listen, and Florence isn't speaking to any of us.

Hermione. I'll tell her tomorrow.

She might know what to do. I also need her help figuring out this stupid egg. The second task is two days away and I still have no idea as to what the clue is.

Things aren't looking good.

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"Harry, you told me you figured the egg out weeks ago! The task is two days from now!" She exclaimed as we stopped walking in the middle of the bridge.

She wasn't wrong. I told her I figured it out just to get her to stop talking about it.

Clearly, that was a mistake.

"Oh really? I had no idea." I responded, sarcastically. "Suppose Krum's already figured it out?"

"Wouldn't know. We don't actually talk about the tournament." She paused for a moment and thought. "Actually we don't really talk at all. Victor's more of a physical being."

I turned to face Hermione. We both laughed.

"I just mean he's not particularly loquacious."

"Mhm."

"Mostly he watches me study. It's a bit annoying, actually." She paused. "You are trying to figure this egg out, aren't you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You've just been a bit......unmotivated lately that's all."

I looked down, not knowing what to say. I hate to admit it, but after seeing Florence and Cedric, I've had no desire to do anything.

"It just means these tasks are designed to test you in the most brutal way. They're almost cruel. And.........
I'm scared for you. You got by the dragon mostly on nerve. I'm not sure it's going to be enough this time."

Before I could answer, a voice interrupted us.

"Hey, Potter!"

I turned around to see Cedric walking down the bridge towards us. "Oh great." I muttered.

This is the last person I wanted to see. I started walking the other way.

"Potter!" He shouted again.

I stopped and turned to him. "Cedric."

"How-How are you?" He asked.

"Spectacular." I answered dryly. Exactly the same way I answered the last time he asked me how I was.