Harry Potter and his sister Alison

Chapter 21

"Alison! Ali wake up!"

The brunette jolted awake as Ginny shook her awake, loudly whispering her name urgently. She slowly sat up rubbing her eyes. It was still dark outside. Everyone was still asleep on their beds.

"What's going on?" She whispered, looking up at Ginny confused.

"We have to go to Dumbledore's office. It's Harry." She whispered back, grabbing onto the younger girls wrist and pulled her out of the bed and down the stairs to the common room where she saw the Weasley twins all half awake being herded by Professor McGonagall.

"Professor what's going on?" Alison asked, walking faster so she could be at the older woman's side. "Is Harry alright?"

"He had some sort of nightmare about Author Weasley." McGonagall said softly, fear evident in her eyes. "But Dumbledore says what he dreamed might've really happened."

Fear squeezed Alison's heart. This wasn't the first time her brother had a prophetic dream and she knew how bad they usually were.

The small group burst into Dumbledore's office where she saw her brother visibly upset and shaking. He was fidgeting madly and shiny with sweat sitting in a chair next to Ron who was trying to get Harry to talk to him, to get him to calm down.

She ran to him and knelt down at his feet trying to get him to look up at her. She grabbed his trembling hands and gave them a small squeeze, smiling a little when their green eyes finally met.

She let go of one of his hands to push his damp bangs out of his eyes then wiped a tear on his cheek, tightening the grip on the cold, clammy hand she was still holding.

He suddenly flung himself into her arms, holding onto her tightly and burying his face into the side of her neck, squeezing his eyes shut to keep the tears from spilling out. Alison rubbed circles into his back with one hand while carding her fingers through his tangled black hair with the other.

Harry jumped to his feet when Dumbledore walked in, hands on his hips as he began to pace in front of them.

"Harry in the dream, where you looking down at the scene or standing next to the victim?" He asked, his eyes fixated on the floor as he continued to pace.

"N-neither. It was like I... Will you please just tell me what's happening?" Harry pleaded, running a hand through his hair.

Ali slowly stood up and put a hand on his arm, rubbing it with her thumb to try to provide at least a little bit of comfort to her brother. She knew these dreams were bad. Harry had always had horrific nightmares but since last year they had gotten so much worse. And by the looks of it, this one was the worst yet.

Dumbledore completely ignored Harry's question, choosing instead to talk to a couple portraits on the wall, telling one to find Arthur and get him help and the other to tell those at Grimmauld what had happened.

The first returned very soon after, telling them that it was close, but Mr. Weasley would be alright. Audible sighs of relief from everyone in the room we're heard.

"And what's more," The portrait continued. "The Dark Lord failed to acquire it."

Alison could seen and feel her brother's temper slowly rising each second Dumbledore continued to ignore him. His breathing began to pick up again, his muscles went tense, and his eyes began to burn with fury.

"Look at me!" He finally snapped, making the older man turn to him in surprise and everyone else in the room freeze. "What's happening to me?" He pleaded, suddenly looking broken and worn out.

Dumbledore opened his mouth to answer, but a new voice interrupted him. "You wished to see me, headmaster?"

"Oh, Severus. I'm afraid we can't wait. Not even till the morning. Otherwise, we'll all be vulnerable." The Headmaster told the potions teacher then turned to McGonagall. "There's a portkey waiting to take the Weasley children to the Grimmauld place. See to it they all get there and take Miss Potter back to bed."