The star, his moon and their comets

CHAPTER 90 The Eye of the Snake

The surroundings were cloaked in darkness, and a sense of foreboding hung heavy in the air. As she moved through the dreamworld, she found herself in a narrow corridor, the cold stone walls closing in on her.

An unsettling awareness washed over Emma. Though she couldn't see herself, she knew with a chilling certainty that she was no longer human.

In the dream's eerie silence, she slithered forward, the darkness punctuated by a ghostly green glow. The corridor seemed endless, winding and twisting like a surreal maze. Her serpentine self moved with an instinctual purpose, guided by an unspoken urge that hinted at a darker truth.

In the ghostly luminescence of the dream, the corridor led her to a room bathed in an otherworldly, greenish glow. Shelves upon shelves of prophecies lined the space, their ethereal light casting an eerie ambiance. Emma, in her serpent form, moved with a strange instinct, drawn toward the heart of the room.

It was there, amidst the swirling prophecies, that Arthur Weasley materialized. The dream presented him standing in the midst of the enigmatic orbs, their collective glow reflecting in his eyes. He seemed oblivious to the approaching serpent.

The dream intensified, an unrelenting force urging Emma's serpent form to strike. The impact of the serpent's attack echoed in the dream, Arthur Weasley falling to the ground. The orbs surrounding him shimmered, casting an eerie light on the scene. As the serpent withdrew, a trickle of blood emerged from a wound on Arthur's side.

The dream held Emma captive in the role of the serpent, an unwilling participant in a macabre sequence. The sight of Arthur's blood, even in the realm of dreams, sent shivers down her spine.

As the dream unfolded, Arthur Weasley crumpled to the ground, unconscious and vulnerable. The serpent, its task seemingly fulfilled, retreated into the shadows of Emma's subconscious. The glow from the prophetic orbs dimmed, casting an ominous stillness over the scene.

"Emma! Emma!"

Emma jolted awake, her breaths heavy and labored. The remnants of the dream lingered, a haunting echo in the recesses of her mind.

Every inch of her body was drenched in icy sweat, the bedcovers coiling around her like a suffocating straitjacket. The searing sensation on her forehead felt as though a white-hot poker was being mercilessly applied.

"Emma!" Octavia loomed over her, an expression of extreme fear etched on her face. More shadows gathered at the foot of Emma's bed, their voices a distant murmur.

Clutching her head in her hands, Emma battled the blinding pain. The room spun as she rolled over, barely avoiding vomiting over the edge of the mattress.

"She's really ill," a scared voice murmured. "Should we call someone?"

Pansy, concern etched across her face, as she sat up asked, "Emma, what's wrong?"

Amidst the agony, a desperate urgency seized Emma. She had to tell Ron something crucial. Gasping for air, she pushed herself up in bed, determined to resist the darkness threatening to engulf her, despite the pain that half-blinded her.

Emma, still visibly shaken, managed to utter, "Call Severus."

Without wasting a moment, Pansy reached for her wand and summoned Severus Snape. Within seconds, Severus appeared in the room, his expression a mix of concern and sternness.

"What is it, Emma?" he inquired, his sharp eyes scanning the room.

Emma, still gasping and sweating from the vivid dream, attempted to explain. "I... I had this dream. A serpent... attacking ... Weasley."