'Till The End Darling

50. what is a dream?

Arthur was alone and nervous. Something had caught his attention, luring him into a blue tinted room. The room seemed to be filled with orbs, the kind you could find in Divinations class.

Sadistic hisses and scales on smooth tiles echoed through the long halls.

'Lumos' spoke Arthur quietly. The end of his wand illuminating. Reflecting off the sweat that had started to bead on his forehead. He was almost certain that some sort of foul play was amist.

Just then a sharp and deliberate attack took place. Snake fangs digging into the gentle man. Time and time again. Merciless, direct and frontal the snake bit him until he was nothing but a jittering mess on the floor.

Harry woke up short of breath. Grabbing his head to rid himself of the vision. Quickly clambering out of bed he woke Ron and headed straight to Dumbledore.

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Y/ns head was light and her surroundings seemed complex and feverish.

She recognised the greens of trees and the mossy ground of earth. Y/n was in a wooded area...almost a forest.

From her perspective she was body less. Viewing the scenery from ground level but with out a being.

Very slowly she started to hear more than just the low breezes or leaves crunching beneath her. She could hear a boys voice, he sounded about her age and he was singing. His voice was distant yet somehow too close.

Power come to show
Freedom of the soul

Death can not take away
Souls departed shadow of the living

Power guide them all
Awnser deaths dread call

Peace found once at last
Freedom of the soul

The boys voice repeated this melody over and over. Words getting lost and carried away by the gentle wind of the woods. His voice sounded sad, echoes bouncing off the shrubbery and-

"Y/n wake up!" Hermione shook her friend.

"W-what is it?" Y/n rubbed her eyes.

"Its Arthur, come quickly." She beckoned.

Mcgonagal was stood in the door way, Harry and Ron behind her. Harry was drenched in sweat and was being held up by Ron.

"Oh my God." She gasped at her friends appearance "i-im coming." She hopped out of bed and quickly put some slippers on.

Ginny, George and Fred were all anxiously waiting in Dumbledores office.

"Are you guys allright?" Y/n asked rushing over to them.

"Yeah we're okay, you?" Fred asked.

"Yeah fine." She nodded. Wrapping her arms around herself, suddenly realising how bare she was. She hadn't thought to grab a jumper, so consequently she was now stood in Dumbledores office in just a vest top and chequered pajama bottoms.

George, noticing her body language, took off his jumper that his mum had knit him and handed it to her with a smile.

"Its allright, you'll be cold with out it."

"Just put it on." Said George sincerely.

She gratefully threw it over herself, the ends of the jumper practically reaching her knees, due to somewhat of a height difference.

Y/n quickly glanced up at George, stood so seriously in his white t-shirt. The sleeves of it hugging his arms tightly. George turnt to meet her eyeline and smiled smally at her. Putting his arm out and around her shoulder.

"In the dream, were you standing next to the victim or looking down at the scene?" Dumbledore asked Harry, with his back turnt away from him.

"Urr-neither i-" Harry breathed heavily "Proffesor will you just tell me what's happening."

Dumbledore ignored his pleas and started to instruct the portraits. Sending them to warn Arthur and make sure he was okay.

"Sir-" Harry tried again.

"Phineus go to your other frame immediately and inform them that Arthur Weasley is gravely injured." Dumbledore continued to address the portraits "and let them know that the Weasley children plus add ons will be arriving soon via portkey."

"Proffesor listen to me i-"

Dumbledore was now stroking Fawkes head with one finger, the bird had been perched patiently on a sliver railing next to the man's desk. Fawkes stretched his beautiful head high and observed the headmaster closely through deep eyes. "We will need" Dumbledore said very slowly and quietly to the bird "a warning" there was a flash of fire and just like that Fawkes had gone.

"Minerva I need you to-"

Y/n noticed Harrys head twitch and his eyes press closely shut.

"Look at me!" Harry belowed "look at me when I talk to you and tell me what's happening!"

Dumbledore turnt slowly, an almost alarmed look on his face.

"W-whats happening to me?" Harry quivered.

Snape stood forwards from the corner of the room. Looking to Dumbledore for instructions.

"Sevurus I'm afraid we can't wait. Not even until morning, you must begin now."

"Right now Proffesor?" Snape asked with dismay.

"Yes. Otherwise we will all be vulnerable." Albus explained affirmatively.

"And what about..." Snape said slowly.

Both Dumbledore and Severus looked to Y/n suspiciously.

"Is there anything you'd like to add miss Reverie?" Dumbledore asked.

"I- Urr no..no there isn't Proffesor." She awnsered, looking around nervously.

George looked down at her in confusion.

Snape took a step closer to her, his nose turnt up "nothing at all?" He asked almost sarcastically.

George tightened his arm around y/n, pulling her in and looking at Snape plainly.

"No." Said y/n.

"Very well. Mr Potter come with me." And with that Snapes cloak swiftly swept round and he left, dragging Harry by the arm.

Before anyone could question why Snape was so suspicious of Y/n Hermione was quick to defend Harry.

"Proffesor why are you treating Harry like this? Can't you see he needs your help?"

Ron gasped a little. He wasn't used to seeing Hermione question a teachers decision, especially not Dumbledores.

"If you're truly Harry's friend you won't question my practices further." Dumbledore asserted.

Hermione shyed away and lowered her head.

Y/n was still looking at her headteacher in disbelief. Ordinarily she had quite a skill for understanding people, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out what was happening lately.

First the vision of Voldermort at the train station, then the voices, then the dream of a boy singing to her...and somehow her teachers knew about it.

Or at least they were acting like they knew something.

"Minerva, escort the Wealseys, Miss Reverie and Miss Granger to the portkey." Dumbledore signalled to the door and turnt away back to his desk.

"Come with me children." Mcgonagal said softly.