Lucille Rose Potter

Chapter 76

The ceiling of the cave was so high up, it was impossible to see. Instead, there was a green mist that coated the air.

Lucy found herself sitting in the front of a small wooden boat, that if she was any bigger, she sure wouldn't have fit.

Surrounding her was black, sinister, water that made her stomach churn, and straight ahead was a sandy bank that emitted a green light.

The pit in her stomach deepened and she leaned over the boat in fear she might be sick, but in the water, another eye peered back at her.

Lucy shrieked and sat up in her bed, breathing heavily as she clutched her sheets.

"Lucy?" Ginny asked, crawling onto her roommates bed, "whats wrong?"

"Nothing," Lucy gasped, "just a bad dream."

"Was it a vision?" Ginny asked gently, "do you want me to get Inigo?"

Lucy shook her head, "no, I'm not sure," she said, "it can wait, what time is it?"

Ginny held her watch up to the lantern, "four fifty," she said.

"Bugger," Lucy sighed, "you should go back to sleep, Gin, I'm going to work on my Arithmancy paper."

"Are you sure?" Ginny yawned, "I'll stay up with you, I'm not tired anyways."

"Positive," Lucy smiled, "go to sleep, Gin."

"Ok," Ginny said hesitantly.

"I'm sure!" Lucy laughed, standing up, "I'll be in the common room."

She grabbed her bag and closed the door softly behind her.

December had crept up unnoticed in the castle and trees, holly and mistletoe adorned the walls before anyone could say 'Christmas'.

Lucy tucked herself onto the windowsill, leaning against the glass pane.

It was cool on her forehead, temporarily reliving the pounding in her head, and she smiled watching the snow fall gracefully.

"Couldn't sleep?"

The voice made Lucy jump. She lost her balance and tumbled off the windowsill and onto the ground.

"Ow," she groaned, rubbing her back.

"Sorry," Harry laughed, helping her to her feet, "what're you doing awake?"

"You said it yourself," Lucy grumbled, "couldn't sleep, what about you? Why're you up?"

"Same as you," Harry said, sitting on the ground besides her.

"Figures," Lucy laughed dryly, "I wanted some peace and quiet and I couldn't even get that."

"Just making up for fifteen years," Harry laughed, "what's the use of a brother if not constant annoyance?"

"I wouldn't know," Lucy sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder, "Harry, we don't have much time."

"What do you mean?" He looked at her.

"We're going to war, aren't we?"

Harry took in a sharp breath before he nodded, "it would appear so."