A/N: Chapter dedicated to @NatalyViveros
****Lyra's P.O.V.****
Dream:
I was walking through a forest, alone. I was running from something, but I couldn't risk looking back. There was a light in front of me, and I was heading towards it.
Even though I could feel the fear in the pit of my stomach, and wheeze through my burning lungs, I wasn't controlling my movements. I looked down for a split second, and saw my self in what looked like a one-size-too-small business suit. I caught a flash of myself in the window, and I looked like Dad!
"Molly! Molly, say it now! I'm almost there! I'll-" He- I? Was cut off with a flash of pain. Then everything went dark. . .
I woke up, covered in sweat. I wormed my way out from between Sarah and Hermione, and ran to Dumbledore's office, clad in pyjamas and a messy bun.
"Jelly slugs? Pumpkin Pasties? Chocolate Frogs?" I asked the gargoyle. I'm guessing the latter was correct, as the gargoyle opened soon after.
"Miss Archer? What are you doing here?" Professor Dumbledore asked.
"It's Black, sir, and I had a nightmare, and I'm pretty sure it was more than a nightmare, and I need to check on Dad, and I don't know if he's alive, but he's near the Burrow, and-"
He nodded gravely. "I'll check in." He apparated away with a faint *pop!*, and I started pacing.
Moments later, the headmaster returned. "Phineas, please contact Sirius Black. Tell him that Arthur has been attacked," He turned towards another portrait, "Violet, please alert Elizabeth that six of her students are needed in my office,"
"Elizabeth, sir?" I questioned.
"The lady at the entrance of the Gryffindor common room," I only nodded in response.
"Headmaster! Headmaster, I think Mr. Weasley's been attacked!" Harry came running into the office
"Harry, when did you find that out," my voice was shaky.
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