Harry, Kat, and the Chambers of Secrets ➩ Book 2 [Harry Potter] | #Wattys2016

[CHAPTER 4] Mission SH

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The very moment she got home has been hectic for Kataleen. You get hated by one of your best friends' sister and let's see if you can live with it. She decided to skip dinner as well with the reason she's very tired, and went right to sleep.

Before sunrise can even arrive, Kataleen sat up with a scream, breathing heavily. "It's that bloody dream!" she exclaimed to herself. With the same dream coming nightly, Kataleen has grown restless. She tiredly hugged her pillow and tossed on her blanket, hoping she would be able to sleep again.

Meanwhile, in Arlin's room, he's been having his own problems. He would always have that dream where a young three year old girl was with his parents, whom he knew was Arleen. The two parents would try to lead them towards a room where the door was closed. Just as the door was about to be opened, a dark figure would swoop, and their parents let out bloodcurdling screams.

Arlin twitched in his sleep as the door flung open. They screamed as a redhead woman was slumped on the floor, dead, an abandoned broomstick beside her. His father distracted the figure with spells as they mounted the broom, children crying hysterically. When the figure was confused his father summoned a broom from inside a closet. He handed it to his wife, who flew off out of fear, while he rode with the twins through the broken window. But not before a bright green light appeared, hitting Arleen. Arlin, who was seated behind her, tried to catch her, but her body fell off and disappeared through the troubled houses.

In real life, he sat up. Arlin immediately put on his slippers and paced his room. "I sure hope that means nothing," he muttered, trying once more to sleep.

Yet as much as he tried, he couldn't.

Giving up, he stood up, going down the staircase to the kitchen. "Maybe a glass of pumpkin juice can calm me down," he said, switching on the kitchen lights and opening up the fridge. As he gingerly poured some in a cup he heard a scream, making him jump back a bit and spill some pumpkin juice.

"Damned arses," he grumbled, taking a kitchen cloth and wiping the spill off the glass tabletop.

Just then he heard a soft exclamation from upstairs. "It's that bloody dream!"

Arlin suddenly realised the voice. Kataleen! He dried the cloth and set it down, quickly chugging down what little juice he had put in his cup. He left it at their automatic dishwasher powered by magic, of course, and quietly went up the steps to the guest room.

He peeked inside as gently as he could, and saw Kataleen with his back turned at him. She seemed peaceful enough, not moving a bit, meaning she found her own calm.

"Sweet dreams, little sis," he whispered, before gently leaving the door.

Meanwhile, Kataleen, still awake, had heard that, and looked behind her, only to find him gone. With a frustrated groan she walked over to Lotus, gently fingering the sleeping owl. That kinda made the owl wake up, nuzzling her hand.

Kataleen smiled, looking at the ajar door. "You think it was Arlin, huh?"

Lotus nodded in agreement with a few silent squawks, before she closed her eyes.

Kataleen smiled. "For an owl, you're never the nocturnal type."

With that she stretched and fell on her bed, somehow falling asleep.