The Silver Duo - Part Three

Chapter Three

It was dark.

Kane was sitting was sitting at the computer, still trying to find something, anything. His eyes stung and the glowing name 'Dikshit' seemed to be forever carved into his eyelids. By now throwing his head through the screen seemed like a real option.

He'd been there all day, going downstairs just a few times. And on all sides of the family, it ended in the 1600's. He couldn't think of anything with records that old except...

Whoa, Kane, calm down, he thought. He must be really tired if he even thought of it as a possibility. He looked at his clock and it said three something. He still wore his broken watch.

He shut it off and plopped down on his bed, rubbing his eyes. He put his head on his pillow and almost went to sleep with his lamp on when he noticed the paper on his nightstand. He forgot.

After everything going on, he and Anna forgot to fill out their class list for the next term, and they had until July to do it, but he was waiting for Anna so they could figure it out together. So far he wanted Care of Magical Creatures, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and Divination (duh). So pretty much all of them except Muggle Studies. He pretty much knew all he needed to know about them.

He put the paper back under his bed, where he put it last time. That's what Hogwarts papers do; they always remind you, float in front of your face if it has to. He still didn't know where his owl was. Anna couldn't be too far away.

He put his earbuds in and pressed play, turning off his lamp, and he fell asleep to the Cults.

Out in the dark shaking hands

In the street, I'm drifting...

Dang those dang dreams.

***

It was night, or at least as far as he was concerned. Everything was dark, and he was holding a lantern and running his finger across a shelf of ancient books. In the distance there were whispers and some footsteps, but he hardly noticed. He was so close...

There was a very quiet song echoing, like it was coming from speakers a mile away, playing the Cults.

Back in my home late at night

All alone, I'm flying...

He slightly remembered the fact that he was dreaming, but he pushed it aside. This was way more important.

Finally he found the right one, and he pulled it out, setting it on a table with his lantern. He opened it and dust billowed out, making him cough.

Immediately there was an inhuman screeching sound and footsteps, getting closer. He had to hurry.

He turned page after page until he finally found what he needed, and he wanted to kiss it except the fact it was filthy and at least a hundred years old. Not really his type.

Just then, there was one last screech, a loud snap! and the light in his lantern went out. His eyes suddenly opened and it took him a second to remember he was in his bedroom in London, not in the library at Hogwarts, being chased by Godric knows what.

He knew, or had a feeling, that that wasn't a normal dream he usually has that predicts the future. No, that was a warning, coming from even a slight suggestion to sneak into Hogwarts and find out about his family, because it's the only place that has records from before the sixteenth century. Thankfully, that option was a no-no. Or else, he'd be eaten by... something.

He took a deep breath and for once appreciated his dreams, and understood the one about the train. He couldn't believe he even thought about breaking into Hogwarts. He closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but the shrieking was still echoing in his ears...