Silver Hourglass

The Burrow again (4th year) Chapter 29

"Harry!" Ron yelled, waking Harry up.

Harry woke up sweating, his chest rising and lowering quickly as he breathed heavily. He looked around, the dim wooden walls of the Barrow greeting him, almost every inch covered by the Chudley Cannons. "Harry mate, you okay?" Ron asked. Harry looked around, holding his scar as it burned. He looked outside and saw the sun barely rising. "Y-Yeah," Harry said. "Nightmare."

"Wanna talk about it?" Ron asked.

Harry bit his lip. "I was a snake, or at least I felt like I was a snake. It felt so weird... it was as if it was actually happening. A Muggle was there, an old man and I—the snake slithered around him and into the room. We were in this old creaking house and... and Wormtail was there, along with Voldemort. I didn't see him, but I heard him. Wormtail was whispering to Voldemort, but I couldn't here. They noticed the Muggle and then there was a green light, then nothing."

"Bloody Hell..." Ron said. He looked at Harry concerned and asked "Do you think it's real?"

"I don't know Ron," Harry breathed, "it felt real... so very real."

Ron shrugged, slipping back in bed, and said "Whatever it is mate, sure you're alright." He yawned and went back to sleep, the room quickly filling with the sound of Ron's light snores. Harry lay back in his bed again, shifting in his bed constantly.

Fully awake now, Harry sighed in frustration and got out of bed, deciding to write a letter to Draco about his nightmare. He took some clothes that Draco had brought him earlier and went to the bathroom. He showered and changed, and half an hour later was making his way into the kitchen, which was the main "room" of the Burrow. With parchment, quill and ink in hand Harry sat down at the kitchen table and looked around the room, trying to find a way to start. Harry decided to just put the quill to the paper, and just think as he went.

Draco,

I don't know how to put this feeling, but I'm afraid. I had a nightmare Draco. It felt so real... I thought I was going to die sometimes. It had Wormtail... and Voldemort. It was so horrible... I tried explaining it to Ron, but it's just impossible. They killed a Muggle, an old man. I don't know where they were, but they're there right now and they killed a Muggle.

Harry's arm began to shake as he remembered the nightmare and put it on paper, but the words wouldn't come to him.

It felt so real... my scar was burning after I woke up, it hurt so much. My scar only hurt when I'm near Voldemort, Draco. I don't know what is happening Draco, but I have a bad feeling about it. ...I'm sorry for the depressing letter, but I just couldn't think of what else to do. I just needed to tell you. Normally, when I had a small nightmare I would hold your necklace, but since your father took it... I feel lost Draco. Like a piece of me is missing, and I don't know how to get it back. I'm sorry, it's just really hard to put in a letter. I'll tell you more about it when I see you next week.

I love you Draco.

Your boy,

Harry.

Harry reread the letter and bit his lip as he rolled it up and walked outside, whistling for Hedwig. Hedwig flew from her perch, which she shared with the Weasleys' owls, and landed on Harry's outreached arm. He tied the letter to her leg and said "You know where to go girl." Hedwig chirped softly and flapped her wings, taking off from Harry's arm and flew off towards Malfoy Manor.

Harry watched Hedwig fly off before turning back to the Burrow, walking back into the kitchen. "Oh Harry dear!" Mrs. Weasley said, surprising Harry, "I didn't know you were up, what are you doing so early?" she asked.