Being Different

TWO - Dementors

“Remember, happiness can be found even in the darkest of time, if one only remembers to turn on the light”

-Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Another strange dream plagued me that night. I had always had lively dreams, but ever since last year they seemed to have gotten even more absurd and frightening. Ever since I had been petrified by the monster that Salazar Slytherin had hidden in the castle for all those years.

I could never forget those eyes and that terrible whispering voice, which haunted me almost every single night. This night was no exception.

I dreamt that Harry and I where running through the dark streets of London, the voice of the Basilisk following us at every turn.  Suddenly the darkness grew thicker and Harry vanished as the giant monster closed up on me. Just as I stumbled I heard the Minister of magic again. “..killer on the lose…” I understood as the sound of a long snake body slithering over the concrete just behind me caused my stomach to turn in fear. A growl next to me caused me to turn my head. There was the black dog again. He opened his mouth to bark but instead Fudge’s voice came from his mouth. “..si-sirius black” he whispered as he jumped at me and darkness wrapping around me completely as the snake whispered for the last time.

                  “Kill….”

I sat up in bed with a gasp. Looking at the unfamiliar room in panic, still feeling threatened by the beast from my dreams. But of course that was unnecessary, the room might have been a little strange, but then again everything in The Leaking Caldron was a bit on the odd side.  I let myself fall back into the surprisingly soft pillows, rubbing my eyes.  Then I grabbed my phone from the simple bedside table. Quarter to nine, which meant there was little more than two hours left before our train departed for Hogwarts. Wondering how exactly we would be getting to the train station, I pulled a pair of grey yeans and a dark green sweater out of my trunk that had been carefully placed next to a desk with all my books for this year. After tying my dirty blonde hair up in a bun, I placed all my belonging into my trunk, which was not quite to easy with all the new books. The thickest book caught my attention, it was the book for ‘Care for Magical Creatures’ and looked like a tiny monster itself, with a furry cover and a belt wrapped around it as if to force it shut. I knew better than to take it off, you could never be too careful with anything related to magic and its like they say: curiosity killed the cat. After I had a little wrestling match with my trunk, desperately trying to close it, a growl from my stomach told me that it was time for breakfast.

Wondering if Harry had already stood up and once more how we would be getting to the train station, I exited my room to head downstairs. Hopefully to find my friend already at one of the unstable old tables, so I wouldn’t have to sit all alone. I was relieved to see that the Weasley family had already arrived.. well of course with the exception of Ron’s oldest brothers that where already grown up. I envied them sometimes, Hogwarts isn’t always fun, especially last year it wasn’t.

Don’t think about last year, I mentally yelled at myself as I started descending the stairs, my stomach twisting at the freighting memories causing me to want to skip breakfast.

                  “Jenny!” Ron exclaimed happily as he noticed me in the room, he and his two older brother’s where seated at the long table in the middle of the pub, bend over what looked like a flier, with something moving on it.  “I heard you and Harry got here yesterday” he continued excited.

I had to grin at the memories of yesterday. “Oh yeah because, Harry blew up his aunt” I laughed.

                  “What?!” Fred and George chorused. “He blew her up?” one of them asked again, while the other made an exploding movement with his hands. “Boom!”