New Romantics | Hermione Granger Book IV

|25| Chapter Twenty-Five

T W E N T Y  F I V E 

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Harry telling Saffron that his scar had been paining him and that he had a very graphic dream not too long back, in which Lord Voldemort, a snake, and a cloaked woman with brown skin had been discussing that they had killed someone, that they were going to kill someone and then they actually killed an old man that night. That was far too much mentioning for Saffron, who had grown accustomed to anticipating death given her past three years in Hogwarts involving three near-death situations for her. The way Harry spoke about it made her think that maybe it was real because the detail he went into came across as being something that he himself couldn't just conjure up in his mind, especially seeing as he had never seen the snake or woman before in his life, whoever they were or however they were connected to Voldemort.

"So you think the person that they're plotting to kill is you?" Saffron asked him when Harry finished the story.

Harry nodded glumly. "Who else could it be?"

"That's true," Saffron sighed. The pair of them were sat on the edge of the small river that led into one of the greater lakes at the Lake District. It was a beautiful, secluded site, giving them the perfect opportunity to talk to each other in private and attempt to relax at the same time. Noah had already gone back to bed, Maya was writing a letter to her friend Melanie and Rachel and Rowan were trying to talk to each other inside their minds, having confided in Sage and Sirius who were making sure they were safe about the methods that they were using. "It's always you, isn't it? I know it's a lot to worry about, but I think we should at least not to. As awful as it sounds, there's not really much we can do about it until it comes or doesn't come, you know? And there's no reason to be certain that what you saw wasn't made up. It could be like us in the Grey, sure, it's real in a way but it's not like we're actually talking to our real descendants,"

"I tried to think along those lines, but I can't anymore," Harry said to Saffron solemnly, wrapping a blade of grass around his pinky finger. "My scar hurts, and three days later the Death Eaters are on the march, and Voldemort's (Saffron flinched) sign's up in the sky again, first time in thirteen years, that can't be a coincidence,"

Saffron bit her lip. He was right. Those two events had to be correlated. They couldn't have been two isolated incidents that weren't connected yet had come from the same root, that being Voldemort.

"You're right," nodded Saffron and it looked as though her agreeing with him only made Harry more nervous. Maybe he wanted her to have some logical explanation as to why what he was saying made no sense but it made sense. She wasn't going to lie to him and provide any counter-argument, even if that was what he might have wanted. "There has to be a reason behind both of these things. Very few things happen without reason, you know? I don't think this is an exception,"

"And it all links back to what Professor Trelawney said to me at the end of last year," Harry continued, reminding Saffron of when Professor Trelawney made a prediction during his private exam with her.

Thus far, the prediction came true. What Harry remembered from it was that she essentially alluded to Sirius becoming free, Peter becoming free of his animal form he had been in for so long and then ultimately being captured. All of that happened. The only thing that hadn't happened yet, emphasis on the 'yet', was that apparently a servant and a master were supposed to be reunited, even if it wasn't Peter. Saffron was confused about that part as Peter on the surface seemed like the perfect candidate for that role within the prediction. But he was locked away in Azkaban. Then, after that, Voldemort was supposed to rise again and be worse than he ever had been before.