Hunter at Hogwarts

Chapter 6: Harry

I had the same dream I'd had a few nights ago on the day of the Quidditch World Cup.

I was there. Standing in a wooden shack, beside a dark room with a large armchair. A croaky voice crawled from a person sat within it, a vulnerable atmosphere clouding his presence. Later he revealed his identity to me as Voldemort, an evil wizard so transfixed on finishing me off, I had already had two meetings with him in the last three years.

OH, and his top minion, who sold out my parents hiding location (leading them to their deaths), turned out to be hiding as my best friend's rat.

I've had some confusing years.

Anyway, within the room was Peter Pettigrew (whose the reason my parents are dead). As usual, Pettigrew was trembling with fear and anxiety, his back bent as though he could drop to his knees and beg for mercy any minute.

There was also another man in the room. Only, I hadn't quite figured out his identity yet. The man was young with a thin face and untidy hair. The more dreams I had where he was featured, the more I despised him. Then, I had also met him recently. He was the guy I'd seen cast the dark mark at the Quidditch World Cup.

Often, there was another person in the room too. However, they never survived the dream. Voldemort would normally get the strange man to kill them, as he was to weak to follow through with the punishment.

This time, though, it was just the three men, huddled together as they plotted.

"A new problem has risen." Voldemort rasped in his croaky accent.

The strange man raised an eyebrow. "Problem, my Lord?" He questioned.

"YES...But not to worry. This is just a mere huddle. In fact, if tamed and used the correct way, it could be turned into a weapon for our cause anyway." Voldemort wasn't the type of person who chuckled. But if he was, then he'd be cackling his guts out by that point.

His two followers awaited to hear him elaborate.

" As you know, there will be some unexpected events taking place during this year at Hogwarts. Well, this year, the other two chosen schools to participate are Camps from America. Demigod camps.

'These camps have saved the world twice from attacks without the world even realising it. They may notice our plans, and will have to be careful. But. I am more worried about one girl.

' I have been told by an ally that she is one of the most powerful Demigods in the world. Sadly, her killer is taken. There is a 'woman' who has been attempting to kill her for years but fails quite a lot. Her most recent attempt was a week or so ago. It has been decided that she must be eliminated if we are to proceed with the plan."

The strange man snorted with disgust and even Pettigrew sniggered a little. They were soon silenced by the Dark Lord. Pettigrew's nose twitched like he was still a rat.  "Excuse me for saying this, My Lord, but this is just one girl. Do we really need to go through such extreme measures and have to alter the plan?"

Voldemort didn't retort back. Instead, he just waited, in silence, for a woman to come forward. And she did.

Her voice was the first to enter the room. It was dark and slivery, her chosen language was said as though she was hundreds of years old.

" Undermining her will only get you killed." More of an older teenage girl slid out of the looming shadows and into the glow of the dimly lit room. She appeared like a cheerleader type student, with sleek black hair and glossy lips. She wore a long, thick dress that dragged along the creaking floorboards, along with a heavy cloak.

It wasn't just her outfit that told me who was in charge, it was her aura that jolted me by surprise.

She was a person you did not want to disappoint.

I smiled.

Voldemort was finally serving someone else, rather than just himself.

Pettigrew sensed her power too, as he stammered backwards, his body bent into a kind of bow.

However, the strange man only felt challenged by the teen. He straightened his posture and clutched his hands enduringly.

The teen spoke like she had just been pushed into an icy lake and had nearly drowned. "My master has wanted the girl dead since before she had been born. It is true, this girl possesses power that we can only begin to understand. However, that does not mean that she is invincible. It is in both our interests to want her dead, because one day at that wretched school and she'll already start to hunt you down. And I have found: She. Is. A. Very. Good. Hunter. "

Pettigrew choked on his own saliva. The strange man simply shot the teen a death stare.

Continuing as she stopped by a crackling fire, the teen grinned maliciously. "The girl needs to be entered into the tournament and become the champion. I have no doubt that she will enter herself in, but the odds of her name being picked out... Are... Slim."

Her cold, black eyes darted towards the strange man as though she was confronting him. I didn't know what the hidden message was, but he obviously did.

" I do not take orders from you!" The strange man spat. Voldemort glared in his direction.  "I thank you for your loyalty, but here, it is not needed. You shall follow this woman's orders as though they are my own."

The teen smirked into the crackling embers that sparked from the fireplace.

Gritting his teeth together, the strange man sneered.  "And does this woman have a name?"

Clasping her hands together, the teen's eyebrows furrowed. "Not one that will be of use to you. All I ask, is that you set her up, and when the time comes, my master and I will complete our mission."

Muttering dark curses under his breath, the strange man mocked her. "And does this girl have a name?"

Rolling her eyes, the teen drifted back to the fire place, her long trail from her dress catching onto the strange man's boot as though to confirm authority.

"Her forename will suffice. I doubt anyone goes by her own nickname."

"And that is...?"

The teen grew transfixed on the crackling fire. In her eyes, and her eyes only, she watched as images mixed between a mysterious titan, and a girl with auburn hair whose skin was decorated with various scars, blended together.

"Ami..."

I burst awake, groaning at the sudden movement of my best friend shaking me to reality.

"Get offffff..." I squealed. My voice was slurred as it was too early to concentrate. A tall red-head peered at me anxiously.

"You alright mate?" Ron Weasley asked, concerned for me.

I threw my quilt over me head for comfort and darkness. "I was til you woke me up. What the hell?"

Ron's cautious voice trailed through the homemade quilt. "You were screaming. I think you were having another nightmare."

I didn't need to be told that. I pretty much knew that when I closed my eyes, something bad would happen. However, I was never normally woken up before at two in the morning because Ron was worried. So what made this dream different?

" What was I screaming?" I asked half-asleep yet half-interested.

"Dunno. Some weird word that you kept repeating. Ami."

Silence.

"That's not a word." I began. "That's a name."

"Whose?"

"I have absolutely no idea. But I think we're about to find out..."

A/N: School's starting again 😥😫😭 so I may get less frequent with adding on this and my original story. Which by the way peeps, is called 'Thick Blood' if anyone is interested...?