The Witch's Daughter: Book 1| The Sea of Stone

Chapter 15| Disturbing Dreams

 

The dishes were cleared, and Dumbledore stood up to address everyone again for his closing speech. “Ahem — just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start of term notices for you.

“First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well,” his twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins, though he didn’t seem accusing.

“I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.

“And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the left hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death.” Andrea laughed, there was little in this world that could kill her without superior skill—mortal, Muggle, or Magic alike.

“He’s not serious?” Harry whispered to her.

“He very well could be,” she replied in unusually happy tones. “I seriously doubt many of you could handle some of the things others have barely even given any thought about.” Harry looked slightly affronted. “There could be some kind of monster in there that could kill you with a single glance—gods I hope it’s not her—there are others that make you feel as if you could never be happy again, others could kill you with various poison, horns, or fangs; Dumbledore is absolutely serious.” She picked up one of the gleaming gold spoons and began examining it; Harry sensed the topic was no longer open for debate.

“And now, let us go to bed,” Dumbledore said, “First years, follow your prefects, they will show you to your dormitories.”

Andrea and Harry followed Percy to a painting of a fat lady in a pink silk dress. “Password?” she asked. A talking painting . . . Well, Andrea had definatley seen weirder.

“Caput Draconis,” Percy answered; the portrait swung forward to reveal the Gryffindor common room. “Girls, your dorms are on the right. Boys, your dorms are on the left.” Andrea yawned, waved goodbye to Harry, and followed the other Gryffindor first year girls to a room with five four-poster beds with red curtains. Their trunks sat at the end of their bed.

Andrea was too tired to talk, but Hermione rattled on about how excited she was that classes would be starting tomorrow. It was a relief to everyone when she went into bed, pulled the covers over her, and was silent. Andrea pulled on her pajamas and fell into bed, asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Dreams haunted her sleep:

A pale man with red eyes was shouting something indistinct at her, a flash of green light hit her and she fell forward. Then suddenly, she was looking down at the body hit with the green light, it wasn’t her anymore, it was Harry. The pale man laughed and his cold eyes now turned back to her.

“You cannot hope to prevail against this, demigod,” he laughed once more, a cold, overall unpleasant sound. Andrea woke up breathing hard, shaking. She shook her head once and went back to sleep. A dreamless sleep followed, and she woke up the next morning in an unnaturaly good mood, barely remembering the dream at all.

Smiling, she got out of bed, grabbed her robes, and prepared to head out of the dorm room to shower, careful not to wake any of the other girls. They wouldn’t appreciate being woken up this early on the first official day of term. Andrea looked at her watch on her bedside table, it read 5:37. She grinned, it was nearly an hour before anyone else woke up, and she’d have the entire common room to herself until then. Plenty of time to write to Gran and tell her about her first night at Hogwarts.

 

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Chapter 16 is in serious revisal . . . hope to get it up in a . . .  week maybe?

-Skyy