Ms. Horned Serpent (Harry x Reader x Draco)

The Twin Dreams

   You flopped on your bed, huffing. You had just got back from planing D.A. meetings with Harry. You heard a knock on your door, groaning you walked over to it and opened the door. Draco was standing there. "Hey." You said.
   "Uh, hey, can we talk?" Draco asked.
   "Sure, come in." You said, letting Draco in, the two of you sat on your bed. "So, what's up?"
   "Um, why are you hanging out with gryffindors so much?" He asked.
   "Because I want to, I am friends with them." You said.
   "Well, it's just that you hang out with them quite a bit." He said.
   "So? You hang out with your friends more." You said.
   "Well, that's different."
   "How?" You asked. "Is it because their gryffindors, or is it that your jealous of them?"
   "I-i'm not jealous!" He yelled, standing up. You smirked.
   "Oh my god, you are!" You giggled, grabbing his hand and pulling back on the bed. "Haha, it's okay, I would never hurt you." You hugged him, making both you lay down.
   "I know you wouldn't, but Potter..." He trailed off.
   "You don't need to worry about potter." You said. "Now, let's take a nap."
   "I'm good with that." He said, wrapping his arms around your waist, soon both of you were asleep.

   "My lord, we know where both of them are, but it's guarded." You uncle said, he was sitting at a mostly empty table. The person he was talking to was at the head of the table, it was wearing a giant black clock, hiding its face. The two other people at the table were wearing similar cloaks.
   "By the ministry or the order?" The lord said.
   "The order, but we could take their guards." Your uncle said.
   "No need, I'll send my Nagini." You noticed a giant snake start to crawl up his chair.
   "Very well, when shall we do it?" Your uncle asked.
   "How about tonight?" He said. "Nagini, go to the department of Mysteries."

   You gasped, trying to catch your breath. You hands were shaking, and you were sweating. You looked around, Draco was gone. You quickly got up and pulled your shoes on. You almost ran to Dumbledore's office, not even sure why you were.
   The griffin spun down. You busted into his office, he was sitting at his desk. "Ah, hello (y/n). What brings you here at this time of time?" He asked, seeming to ignore your disheveled state.
   "I-i had a dream, v-voldemort is going to send his snake to get, something." You stuttered. "Something the orders guarding, at the department of Mysteries."
   "Well, I would-" Dumbledore was interrupted by three knocks on his door, the door swung open by itself. "Oh, it's you, Professor McGonagall . . . and . . . ah." Professor Mcgonagall, Ron and Harry walked in. Harry had the same scared face that you had, what was happening?
   "Professor Dumbledore, Potter has had a . . . well, a nightmare,"said Professor McGonagall. "He says . . ."
   "It wasn't a nightmare," said Harry quickly.Professor McGonagall looked around at Harry, frowning slightly.
   "Very well, then, Potter, you tell the headmaster about it."
   "I . . . well, I was asleep. . . ." said Harry.  "But it wasn't an ordinary dream . . . it wasreal. . . . I saw it happen. . . ." He took a deep breath, "Ron's dad —Mr. Weasley — has been attacked by a giant snake."The words seemed to reverberate in the air after he had said them,slightly ridiculous, even comic. Ron lookedfrom Harry, to you to Dumbledore, white-faced and shocked.
    "How did you see this?" Dumbledore asked quietly, still not looking at Harry."Well . . . I don't know," said Harry, rather angrily. "Inside my head, I suppose —"
   "You misunderstand me," said Dumbledore, still in the same calmtone. "I mean . . . can you remember — er — where you were positioned as you watched this attack happen? Were you perhaps standingbeside the victim, or else looking down on the scene from above?"
   "I was the snake," he said. "I saw it all from the snake's point ofview. . . ."Nobody else spoke for a moment, then Dumbledore, now lookingat Ron, who was still whey-faced, said in a new and sharper voice, "IsArthur seriously injured?"
   "Yes," said Harry emphatically.
   "Everard?" he said sharply. "And you too, Dilys!"A sallow-faced wizard with short, black bangs and an elderly witch with long silver ringlets in the frame beside him, both of whomseemed to have been in the deepest of sleeps, opened their eyesimmediately.
   "You were listening?" said Dumbledore.The wizard nodded, the witch said, "Naturally."
   "The man has red hair and glasses," said Dumbledore. "Everard,you will need to raise the alarm, make sure he is found by the rightpeople —"Both nodded and moved sideways out of their frames, but insteadof emerging in neighboring pictures (as usually happened at Hogwarts), neither reappeared; one frame now contained nothing but abackdrop of dark curtain, the other a handsome leather armchair.
   "Everard and Dilys were two of Hogwarts's most celebrated Heads,"Dumbledore said, now sweeping around You, Harry, Ron, and ProfessorMcGonagall and approaching the magnificent sleeping bird on hisperch beside the door. "Their renown is such that both have portraitshanging in other important Wizarding institutions. As they are free tomove between their own portraits they can tell us what may be happening elsewhere. . . ."
   "But Mr. Weasley could be anywhere!" said Harry.
   "Please sit down, all four of you," said Dumbledore, as thoughHarry had not spoken. "Everard and Dilys may not be back for severalminutes. . . . Professor McGonagall, if you could draw up extrachairs . . ."Professor McGonagall pulled her wand from the pocket of herdressing gown and waved it; four chairs appeared out of thin air,straight-backed and wooden.
   "Why are you here?" Ron asked you, you glaced nervously at Dumbledore.
   "She had a nightmare too, about Voldemort giving the order to attack Weasley." You noticed he wasn't telling the full truth, you chose not to call him out.
   "Really? You dreamt about Voldemort?" Mcgonagall questioned.
   "Well, it was my uncle talking to Voldemort, but he did give the order during the dream." You said.
   After that, you zoned out, well until the Weasley's showed up. Everything was happening so fast, and soon you were traveling via portkey.
   "Back again, the blood traitor brats, is it true their father's dying . . . ?" Said the house elf known as Kreacher
   "OUT!" roared a second voice. The others scrambled to their feet and looked around; they had arrived inthe gloomy basement kitchen of number twelve, Grimmauld Place.The only sources of light were the fire and one guttering candle,which illuminated the remains of a solitary supper. Kreacher was disappearing through the door to the hall, looking back at them malevolently as he hitched up his loincloth.
   Sirius was hurrying toward themall, looking anxious. He was unshaven and still in his day clothes;there was also a slightly Mundungus-like whiff of stale drink abouthim."What's going on?" he said, stretching out a hand to help Ginnyup. "Phineas Nigellus said Arthur's been badly injured —""Ask them," said Fred, nodding to you and Harry
   "Yeah, I want to hear this for myself," said George.The twins and Ginny were staring at the two of you. Kreacher's footsteps hadstopped on the stairs outside.
   "It was —" Harry began; this was even worse than telling McGonagall and Dumbledore. "I had a — a kind of — vision. . . ."And he told them all that he had seen, though he altered the storyso that it sounded as though he had watched from the sidelines as thesnake attacked, rather than from behind the snake's own eyes.
   "I just watched Voldemort give the order." You said. "But, He was talking with my uncle before it."
   After a beat, Fred spoke. "Is Mum here?"
   "She probably doesn't even know what's happened yet," said Sirius."The important thing was to get you away before Umbridge could interfere. I expect Dumbledore's letting Molly know now."
   "We've got to go to St. Mungo's," said Ginny urgently. She lookedaround at her brothers; they were of course still in their pajamas. "Sirius, can you lend us cloaks or anything — ?""Hang on, you can't go tearing off to St. Mungo's!" said Sirius.
   " 'Course we can go to St. Mungo's if we want," said Fred, with amulish expression, "he's our dad!"
   "And how are you going to explain how you knew Arthur was attacked before the hospital even let his wife know?"
   "What does that matter?" said George hotly.
   "It matters because we don't want to draw attention to the fact that their are having visions of things that are happening hundreds of milesaway!" said Sirius angrily. "Have you any idea what the Ministrywould make of that information?"Fred and George looked as though they could not care less what theMinistry made of anything. Ron was still white-faced and silent.Ginny said,
   "Somebody else could have told us. . . . We could haveheard it somewhere other than them. . . ."
   "Like who?" said Sirius impatiently. "Listen, your dad's been hurtwhile on duty for the Order and the circumstances are fishy enoughwithout his children knowing about it seconds after it happened, youcould seriously damage the Order's —" at this time, you wandering out of the kitchen, and to the bedroom you used last time you here here.