Spells and Visions; A Harry Potter story

Chapter 3: The Triwizard Tournament

When we were back at the the Burrow, mrs Weasley was so glad to see us all alive that she basically strangled all of us. She had read what happened in the Daily Prophet.
Harry then gave me a strange look, and Hermione and Ron seemed to have seen it too.
"Is it alright if I dump my stuff in your room, Ron?" Harry asked, while maintaining eyecontact with me, and then with Neville. I really hoped that he would keep his mouth shut.
"Yeah, I'll go too," Ron said, and Hermione, Neville and I quickly followed.

"What's going on?" I asked as soon as Hermione shut the door.
"There's something I need to tell you," Harry said, and sat down on Ron's bed. "On Sunday morning, I woke up, and my scar was hurting."
"That can't mean something good," Neville said. "You should probably, like, get that checked out or something."
"Yeah, he's right," Hermione frowned. "You should write to Dumbledore. This is really serious."
Then she mentioned a couple of books she would look at I didn't even know about.
"But- but he wasn't there, was he?" Ron said uncomfortably. "You-Know-Who? I mean, the last time he was at Hogwarts when you scar hurt, right?"
"Well he wasn't in Privet Drive," Harry answered. "But I did have a strange dream about him, and Wormtail. I can't really remember, but they wanted to kill... someone."
"I wonder who he meant," I said sarcastically, but quickly turned serious again. "He's not here, Harry. There's nothing to be worried about. It's probably just because of that dream."
"Well, maybe the dream is important," Harry said. "I mean, your visions are important, too. Maybe my dreams are also a sort of visions..."
"But Volde- I mean, You-Know-Who is gone now," I said.
"But do you know what Professor Trewlaney said?" Harry said.
"Right," I said, remembering the end of the year exam, when Harry came out of the classroom.
"You're not really going to believe anything that old fraud said?" Hermione snorted.
"You weren't there," Harry said. "I had only told Jynx, and then I kind of forgot about it because of Buckbeak's execution. She went into a sort of trance."
Harry told them exactly what he told me, about the Dark Lord returning, and exactly that night Wormtail escaped.

Harry had earlier asked mrs Weasley if there was post, and Hermione asked about it.
"Are you expecting a letter?"
"I told Sirius about my scar," Harry answered.
"That's smart, he'll probably know what to do," Neville said.
I didn't look at Neville. Everytime someone spoke about Sirius in his presence, I felt slightly guilty. He hadn't really met his father, after all.

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A week later, Neville and I had to go back home, because all our school stuff was there, and mum would bring us to the station anyway. There would never be enough place in the Weasley's car.
We thanked mrs and mr Weasley for letting us stay with them, and their hospitality, and we said goodbye to Bill, Charlie and Percy. I had no idea if I would see them again, but I knew it would have been fun if Bill and Charlie were at Hogwarts with us.
The rest, we would see at school, so that goodbye was only temporary.

We yelled our house, Golden Valley, whilst standing in the fireplace and threw down the Floo-powder. We weren't particularly happy about being home again, and neither was mum, but we were going away again tomorrow anyway.

We packed our stuff in our trunks. In my room, my eye caught something red laying on the corner of my bed. I walk to it and saw that it was a dress. A beautiful, deep red dress. It was small at the waist and wide at the bottom. I held it up to see that it was long to my feet. I loved it.
"J?"
I turned around and saw Neville with the same stunned expression on his face in the doorway. I his hand was a very manly, black suit, with a red tie.
"Look," I whispered, carefully holding the dress, as if I was afraid to damage it. In the corner of my eye I saw something else that was red. Shoes. I put the dress down and held them up. It were red heels. The heels weren't too high and they had ankle straps.
"Nev," I said, showing my brother the shoes. He ran to his room and came back a second later with nice shoes that matched his outfit. We both grinned.
"Mum!" we called at the same time.