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Chapter 16: The Dreams

Reanna's P.O.V

A small black-haired girl ran up the side of the hill with flowers in her hand.

"Mummy! Look! I picked you daisies!!" the girl said, holding out the flowers to a blonde haired lady standing with a man by her side.

He had long pale blonde hair but unlike the woman to his right, he was not smiling. There was an anxious type of look on his face.

The lady held the flowers in her hand before holding it to her chest, a heartwarming smile on her face.

"Thank you sweetheart."

"And Daddy I got you some tulips!" the girl exclaimed, giving the man some pink flowers.

The man didn't say anything. He just nodded in response and gave the girl a tight-lipped smile. You could see the girl's look on her face fall, but nonetheless she skipped up to the house on top of the hill, her parents following behind her.

They entered the house. The young girl immediately grabbed a vase from the windowsill and put the remainder of the flowers she picked in them. She went to the tap and filled it up with water. The girl returned the vase back to the windowsill.

"There!" She exclaimed, happily clapping her hands. "Flowers need sunlight and water! I have already filled the vase with water so it will be hydrated and the sunlight will come through the window, so the flowers should survive!"

The lady came over and squeezed the girls shoulders...

I awoke, the presence of someone's hands on my shoulders startled me. I opened my eyes, and saw it was Prashu. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally you woke up!" Prashu exclaimed. "I've been calling you for 5 minutes!! We're going to be late for breakfast if you don't get up soon!!"

I grumbled sorry to her and Sophia before I went and got dressed. I pulled my Ravenclaw Robes over me and slung my bag across my shoulder before making my way to the Great Hall.

The hall was already packed with students of all ages, chatting to one another. The topic of the Triwizard Tournament was still in the air. The three of us sat down at the Ravenclaw Table and we quickly grabbed something to eat before it disappeared.

Suddenly, the screech of Owls was heard and we looked up to find a group of them flying down towards us, with mail in their hands. I received a letter from my parents and a newspaper was also dropped in front of us. I opened the letter signed by my parents and read it.

𝐻𝑒𝓎 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶,

𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊?? 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝒶𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝓉 𝐻𝑜𝑔𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁. 𝒲𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒯𝓇𝒾𝓌𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒯𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓈, 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈, 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒫𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇.

𝑀𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃, 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐻𝑜𝑔𝓈𝓂𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒮𝓁𝒾𝓅, 𝓈𝑜 𝓌𝑒'𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝐻𝑜𝓅𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃'𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝐻𝑜𝑔𝓈𝓂𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓉. 𝒢𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓇 𝐹𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓌𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒. 𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓉 𝐻𝑜𝑔𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈, 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝑒!

-𝑀𝓊𝓂 & 𝒟𝒶𝒹

I quickly grabbed the other piece of paper in the envelope and found my Hogsmeade Permission Slip. I smiled, mentally reminding myself to give it to Professor Flitwick later.

However, as I continued eating breakfast, I couldn't help but remember the dream that I had. Why did I have that dream? I mean apparently dreams are from your memories. It did make sense since there was a young girl with black hair, which could probably be me, but I had never seen the 2 other people before. I mean I wasn't actually ever allowed out of the house until my Hogwarts letter came, so how could I have met them?

"Hey," Prashu said, snapping me out of my thoughts, "You were mumbling something to yourself in your sleep this morning. Something about daisies, tulips and flowers needing sunlight?"

I was actually startled by what she said, because that actually happened in my dream.

I brushed it off and replied, "Yeah I was dreaming about flowers."

She gave me a weird look but dropped the topic. I picked up the Daily Prophet lying in front of us.

The title was well... the talk of the day. "The Triwizard Tournament Champions"

On the front cover was Harry's photo. He didn't actually look quite happy to be there.

I read through the article. When I had reached the end I was quite surprised. There was literally nothing about the Tournament itself. The most appropriate title would be the "The Life Story of Harry Potter" because it literally was the life story of Harry.

I looked for the author. Ahhhh... it was Rita Skeeter. No wonder. I had heard a lot of things about her from Mr Weasley and Percy over the summer. They said that she twisted the actual news into something that was worse. I looked at the article in disgust.

"Prashu, listen to this!" I said, across the table.

I explained the whole article and read the extract.

"I suppose I get my strength from my parents. I know they'd be very proud of me if they could see me now....Yes, sometimes at night I still cry about them, I'm not ashamed to admit it....I know nothing will hurt me during the tournament, because they're watching over me... Harry has at last found love at Hogwarts. His close friend, Colin Creevey, says that Harry is rarely seen out of the company of one Hermione Granger, a stunningly pretty Muggle-born girl who, like Harry, is one of the top students in the school."

Prashu looked at me in horror. "Rita Skeeter wrote that right??!!"

I nodded.

"That filthy cow. Harry isn't with Hermione. As far as I know, Harry likes Cho."

She tilted her head over to where Harry was sitting. He was literally staring at Cho.

The rest of the day went by pretty fast, classes weren't too bad, well except for double potions but I managed to get through it. The end of the day came around and it wasn't too long before sleep engulfed me and dragged me into the darkness.