BLACK {1} harry potter

Chapter Ten

I don't know where I am.

The walls surrounding me were foreign in all aspects, and the only thing I could piece together was that I was still at Hogwarts from how the bricks laid asymmetrically. 

The ancient bricks were too gaudy for me to be anywhere else, but I had never seen this part of the castle before. There were no windows, making me wonder if I was in the dungeons or some place deep within Hogwarts, somewhere I wasn't supposed to be.

I knew I hadn't gotten here on my own; I knew this was a dream. There was a mirror in the middle of the room and an unrecognizable shadow lingered close to the ornate mirror. The mirror showed me my reflection; my hair was ruffled up and there was dirt on my cheeks.

The part that gave the dream away was that I was wearing an article of clothing that I didn't own. I wasn't wearing the pajamas I had gone to sleep in, and Harry, who was standing hand in hand with me, wasn't wearing pajamas either.

I was wearing a a purple sweater with a crisp, aqua colored 'S' knitted in the middle. Harry was wearing a sweater similar to my own, though his bore no lettering and was a plain, crimson color.

I glimpsed, once more, at my reflection as another strange fact appeared. I was holding a glistening, scarlet stone. The edges were jagged, as if with one bad grip it could cut you from its sharpness, and it glistened like the finest jewel I'd ever seen.

Except, as I looked down at my own, visible hand, there was no stone in its possession. My eyes widened as I looked back and forth between my reflection's stone-holding hand, and the empty hand hanging from my limp arm. I felt something drawing me into it; like it was mine to have undoubtedly.

I looked again, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

"Sarah!"

I shot up into a sitting position, breath rushed and ragged. I glanced at Hermione, who stood at the foot of the four-poster bed with a scared expression on her face.

I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing for a second rather than scaring myself into feinting from the rash wake-up call. I was slightly used to my dreams and their strange side-effects. It wasn't often that a dream would leave me hyperventilating and dizzy, but the times that it did happen were intense.

Most dreams didn't bother me all that much and usually only left a faint ringing in my left ear for a couple minutes or so. Coincidentally, also the side my scar rested and where my wand hand lay.

"S-Should I call for Harry," asked 'Mione, her brown eyes wide and worried. I'd never heard her voice so high-pitched, and it made me wince sightly. It didn't quite aid the ringing in my ears for stopping. 

I took one more deep breath and shook my head tiredly. "They're probably already eating breakfast, and I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"He couldn't come up the stairs anyways," I pointed out. The dormitories had a special charm. If a boy would try to come up to the girls' dormitory, the stairs would turn into a slide and send them back down. It had happened to Harry that first morning here, and it was a right laugh.

"I could carry him?"

I laughed, "With what muscles?"