Harry Potter Volume 1

A Victim of Wisdom

Thud. Pain flared through her wrist as she realized she landed on it when she fell off the bed. What are these dreams?

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They had dinner and went to bed with really talking to each other, still in shock of Professor Hectamere's visit. Hermione didn't know what to tell to them. It was all too unbelievable for her. But she decided not to put much thought to all of this considering her head would explode. So she just slept. That's when she dreamt.

She was walking on a land with many beautiful pink flowered plants. Heather, she realized. Mom's nursery had them. All she could see was that plant. The sky was stormy with only very little light touching the ground. She looked to her left and saw a huge ocean. The breeze wasn't exactly pleasant because it was cold and harsh with a hint of heather in it. She walked around the coast for a while, only to come to the same point after a while. Island.

So she decided she should walk towards the center. The heather was a lot more here. As she climbed a small ledge that led her from the coast to . . . More heather covered plain. But this time, there was something at the middle. Something dark. She climbed down the edge to that side and walking towards that thing. It seemed to take forever because it was night when she reached the centre and she could see nothing. But she heard something. Whimpering? Straining? . . . Snarling?

The wind got a lot more colder and she hugged herself in a very futile attempt to warm herself. That's when she heard the sweet voice. 'Hello there!' It was like honey poured over glass. It was that smooth.

'What are you?' She asked.

'I thought you'd ask who are you? Why did you phrase it like that?' The thing asked and she could almost hear the surprised grin on its face in the voice.

'Because you are not human. And I am not blind.' Though it was night as she came nearer, the shape wasn't human from the start. It was something grey and blue and black.

'Good. You are clever but not wise I am afraid.'

What? 'But that didn't answer my question.'

'Even the wisest make mistakes. I knew a particularly clever one long ago. But made too many mistakes. I'd love to meet him sometime just to kill him, you know,' he said. 'As for who I am, I am a victim.'

'Victim?'

'Yes. Victim of wisdom!' He spat with what she could assume was utter hate. 'Wisdom he gained unfairly. So, he locked me up here. But I want to talk to you, not blabber about my past!'

'Tell me,' she asked.

'Don't trust that woman. She is dangerous, like me. Don't trust me either. Never trust anyone. Trust, and you will be doomed, like me.' He said.

'What do you mean?' What's with this?

'You know, being muggle made you ignorant. Know that wizards and witches are not as good and forgiving as your parents. The world is filled with injustice, blood and betrayal. It's not a garden of ever happiness. And I know, there was never a garden of eternal happiness. How you people think of such stupid stories and believe in an all powerful God and that he punished you for getting knowledge? Even when the truth is dancing in front of your eyes, naked! Gods! Humans are stupid!' He ranted. More proof that he wasn't human. What are muggles? What is he trying to tell me? That the Garden of Eden and God was . . . False? She read the Bible when she was nine. She understood that reference.

'Anyway, look, there is a lot going on and you will be a part of the grand scheme if she chose you. Hmm, what will he think of this?' He more talked to himself than to her.

More riddles? 'Look, young girl, the point is, everyone has their own desires and they'd do everything to get them. Have your own desires and strive for them because if not, they will crush you into nothing. Oh, and by the way, when you meet my father, tell him I said Hi!' He snarled. And that's when she saw two glowing orbs in the darkness. Eyes. They were chillingly blue. And they glowed. Sideways they were, like a dog's eyes.

'I may be bound to these chains in reality but this is a dream. A friend of mine told me that dreams are different. That I can change what I want here. Thanks to him, we are talking now. And thanks to him . . . I shall rip your throat!' He lunged at her.

He was heavy. He pinned her down and growled, saliva dripping on to her face. She can't move. Can't even shake the beast off of her. She felt his warm breath at her. A snout. Dog? Then he pulled back, saying, 'I am not a dog, you puny mortal! I am a wolf!' And then he added, 'But there is a dog. It's like me. Bound. You wouldn't want to meet him either!'

Then he wrapped his sharp teeth around her neck and she saw no more.

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She looked at the time. 3 A.M. She just lay there. No sleep. She didn't understand a thing. I have questions for you, Professor. Too many questions.

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A/N: I get that you guys must be very bored of all these continous dream sequences. Please bear with me for a while, there are huge payoffs for these. Thanks for reading my book.
~ KING GYLFI