A War Between Worlds

Chapter 2

Harry ran to Professor McGonagall's office. Since Voldemort's death he hadn't had any visions, but he knew, this one was a vision.

"Victory's Pass," I muttered and the gargoyles sprung back allowing me to enter the headmistress office.

"What is it Harry, the school is still in ruins and I've been trying my hardest to clean it up." McGonagall said.

"Sorry Professor but I have something I need to tell you. It's important."

McGonagall frowned, her lips taught.

"I don't think it would be important enough to enquire my attention when we other numorous problems flouncing through the school."

"Professor please, I had a vision."

looking up from her paperwork, McGonagall squinted her eyes.

"Harry these visions have stopped we made sure of that."

"I know but-"

McGonagall pouted.

"If it makes you feel any better, i'm testing out the pensive, see it still works, I could use the memory of your vision if you wanted."

Harry sighed with relief.

"Yes, thank you."

McGonagall sighed. She flicked her wand at the cabinet and it slowly opened up revealing the pensive. A silver bowl with glistening jewels encrusted around the edges. She nodded towards it.

"Go on then..."

Harry swallowed, he raised his wand to his head and drew out the memory and watched it slide down the bowl. He looked to McGonagall.

"So should I, or-"

"Allow Me."

McGonagall mutters a spell  and points her wand at the pensive, the memory seems to float up and make a screen in the air. Something I have never seen before.

"Professor, when did you learn to do that."

She gave a small smile.

"I have my secrets Potter."

Harry nods and turns to the memory which is starting to form around them. 

A boy with black hair and sea green eyes stood in a wreck of a temple, lying before him was a fair headed man, around twenty years old. He stared up at the boy, tears forming.

"Please-" He held out his hand. The boy gave him a look, then allowed a smile play on his face.

"You are a disgrace, Luke."

Luke gave a terrified look. Then the look melted off his face. The boy looked behind him and saw a troupe of soldiers running towards them.

"LUKE!" they yelled. Their faces a clear sign of their loyalty.

In flash the boy whipped a sword out and cut them down. He slowly turned back to Luke.

"You're on your own now."

Luke stared down.

"My family-"

"They are not your family." The boy took out a dagger " Now you can die."

The screen faded. McGonagall looked to me, a very unMcGonagall expression on her face.

"Harry-" she was clearly speechless. I couldn't blame her. She took a deep breath, and turned to face me.

"We need to up our defences, speed up the renovation process," her eyes squinted. "Get Ron and Hermione, we have a new threat."

Welp that was cringy. Whatever. Anyway, I had a huge gap between these parts, BUT I'M BACK!!! So even if no-one has read this I am continuing this story