Into The Multiverse

Chapter 20 - A Dream?

It's been a couple of months since I beat Lockhart in the duel. So far, a few events have happened. The Hupplepuff boy and Nicholas1 have been Petrified, and Harry and Ron found a diary in Moaning Myrtle's stall. Everyone is terrified, spreading rumors that Harry was the one doing it.

February came, and today's Valentine's day. And well... see for yourselves.

The Great Hall walls were all covered with large, lurid pink flowers. Worse still, heart-shaped confetti was falling from the pale blue ceiling. Harry went over to the Gryffindor table, where Ron and I were sitting looking sickened, and Hermione seemed to have been overcome with giggles. 

Harry: What's going on?

I pointed to the teachers' table, too disgusted to speak. Lockhart, wearing lurid pink robes to match the decorations, was waving for silence. The teachers on either side of him were looking stony-faced. I could see a muscle going in Professor McGonagall'scheek. Snape looked as though someone had just fed him a large beaker of Skele-Gro. 

Lockhart: Happy Valentine's Day! And may I thank the forty-five people who have so far sent me cards! Yes, I have taken the liberty of arranging this little surprise for you all — and it doesn't end here! 

Lockhart clapped his hands and through the doors to the entrance hall marched a dozen surly-looking dwarfs. Not just any dwarfs, however. Lockhart had them all wearing golden wings and carrying harps. 

Lockhart: My friendly, card-carrying cupids! They will be roving around the school today delivering your valentines! And the fun doesn't stop here! I'm sure my colleagues will want to enter into the spirit of the occasion! Why not ask Professor Snape to show you how to whip up a Love Potion! And while you're at it, Professor Flitwick knows more about Entrancing Enchantments than any wizard I've ever met, the sly old dog! 

Professor Flitwick buried his face in his hands. Snape was looking as though the first person to ask him for a Love Potion would be force-fed poison. 

Ron: Please, Hermione, tell me you weren't one of the forty-five.

Ron pleads as they left the Great Hall for their first lesson. 

Hermione: Of course not, Ron. I don't fancy him at all. I'd rather send it to D-

She covers her mouth before she could finish her sentence. Her face reddens before running to the class, leaving Harry, Ron, and I alone.

Ron: She'd send it to who?

Damien: No idea.

 All day long, the dwarfs kept barging into their classes to deliver valentines, to the annoyance of the teachers. I somehow got 5 Chocolate Frogs from 5 different dwarfs, and late that afternoon as the Gryffindors were walking upstairs for Charms, one of the dwarfs caught up with Harry. 

Dwarf: Oi, you! 'Arry Potter!

It shouted, elbowing people out of the way to get to Harry. Embarrassed, Harry tried to escape. The dwarf, however, cut his way through the crowd by kicking people's shins and reached him before he'd gone two paces. 

Dwarf: I've got a musical message to deliver to 'Arry Potter in person.

It twanged its harp in a threatening sort of way. 

Harry: Not here.

Dwarf: Stay still!

It grabbed hold of Harry's bag and pulling him back. 

Harry: Let me go! 

Harry snarled, tugging. With a loud ripping noise, his bag split in two. His books, wand, parchment, and quill spilled onto the floor and his ink bottle smashed over everything. Harry scrambled around, trying to pick it all up before the dwarf started singing, causing something of a holdup in the corridor.