𝗨𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗗 ━ Golden Trio Era

━chapter 17

Chapter 17
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SOMEONE WAS SHAKING HIM. Ice creeped down the back of neck, making him shiver. A stark contrast from the immense burning that took over his forehead. Harry rolled over to the side of his bed, feeling as though he was throwing out his guts.

"He's really ill."

Harry heaved in large breaths. His eyes were closed, he could still see the image of Mr. Weasley fumbling away against his lids.

Harry's scar ached terribly. He wanted to dig in nails into his skin and peel it right off. But there were more important matters to deal with.

"Your dad," he said between panting breaths. "Your dad's ... been attacked."

"What?" said Ron, confused.

"Your dad. He's been bitten, it's serious, there was blood everywhere—"

"I'm going for help," said another voice.

"Harry, mate," said Ron. He was holding Harry by his shoulders, probably trying to get him to breathe in properly. "You...you were just dreaming..."

And part of Harry wanted to laugh at the absurdity. So much for not wanting to think about it.

"No, Ron. It wasn't a dream...not an ordinary dream...I was there, I saw it...I did it."

Ron didn't believe him. It was important that he did. That someone did. Why didn't anyone believe him?

Ron said something, and Harry replied back, but he wasn't really there. Harry was still shaking. He could feel sweat drip down the back of his neck, and he wondered how he could be sweating when he was so cold. He vomited again. He tried to get out of bed, to tell someone. Because if Ron wasn't going to, then maybe Hermione? Or Adhara? Yeah, he was going to go see Adhara—

But Ron pushed him back into bed.

Out of nowhere, McGonagall appeared right in front of him. Harry didn't think he ever felt so relieved in his life. He almost launched himself at her.

"What is it, Potter? Where does it hurt?" The woman looked almost frantic, almost like she was beyond worried.

"It's Ron's dad," Harry explained. "He's been attacked by a snake and it's serious, I saw it happen."

"What do you mean, you saw it happen?"

"I don't know...I was asleep and then I was there."

"You mean you dreamed this?"

"No," said Harry angrily. Why is no one listening? "I was having a dream at first about something completely different, something stupid...and then this interrupted it. It was real, I didn't imagine it. Mr. Weasley was asleep on the floor and he was attacked by a gigantic snake, there was a load of blood, he collapsed, someone's got to find out where he is..."

Harry rambled on. Professor McGonagall's mouth had thinned into a straight line. She looked at him with such worry and fear which only worked to surge the anger in him.

"I'm not lying and I'm not mad! I tell you, I saw it happen!"

"I believe you, Potter," she assured. "Put on your dressing gown — we're going to see the Headmaster."

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For all the faults Dumbledore may have, Harry was glad the man at least believed him.

Harry remembered every word he shouted at the man back in Grimmauld Place during the summer. Harry wasn't sure if any of them had gone through Dumbledore's head. If he even cared. Though, with the way the Headmaster still avoided Harry's gaze even tonight, he didn't think the man did.