Melody Riddle and the Order of the Phoenix

Chapter 35: Visions and Ambits

It was only thirty minutes earlier — at the same time of Voldemort/Nagini's attack on Mr. Arthur Weasley — where, in the fifth year Gryffindor boy's dormitory, Ron Weasley shook Harry Potter from his slumber. Said boy was sweating profusely, hissing madly and thrashing around under his covers so wildly that they wrapped into a tight knot around his body.

"Harry! Harry!"

Harry opened his eyes, but he didn't seem to be completely there yet. His stare was dead as he seemed to assess his surroundings.

"Harry!"

Upon pulling his arms free of the blanket, Harry held a hand to his forehead in obvious pain moments before rolling over and vomiting on the floor.

"He's really ill. Should we call someone?" Neville murmured fearfully.

Neville stood next to Dean and Seamus, eyeing Harry over Ron's shoulders with concern.

Ron continued shouting for the boy's attention, "Harry! Harry!"

Harry continued holding a hand to his head, his eyes looking at no one in particular as he seemed incapable of seeing anyone around him. He pushed himself up into a seated position; the heavy lurches in his chest either from panting for air, holding back another bout of vomit, or both. "Your dad... your dad's... been attacked...."

"What?"

"Your dad!" he yelled — as if it would help the Weasley boy to better understand the seriousness of what he was saying. "He's been bitten, it's serious, there was blood everywhere...."

"I'm going for help," Neville decided, running quickly out of the room.

Ron's brows furrowed as he looked at his best friend. "Harry, mate, you... you were just dreaming...."

Harry's face contorted with barely suppressed fury, "No! It wasn't a dream... not an ordinary dream.... I was there, I saw it.... I did it...."

"Dreaming things up now, isn' he?" Seamus muttered softly to Dean.

"Just a nightmare, that's all," Dean muttered back.

Harry threw up over the edge of the bed again, leaving Ron to jump back out of reach.

"Harry," Ron said, his voice shaking as he trepidly looked at him, "you're not well. Neville's gone for help...."

Harry coughed, wiping his mouth on his pajama sleeves as his body shook, "I'm fine! There's nothing wrong with me, it's your dad you've got to worry about — we need to find out where he is — he's bleeding like mad — I was — it was a huge snake...."

Seamus and Dean continued muttering, backing up slightly out of hearing distance — not that Harry could hear them anyway — as the boy who lived attempted to swing himself out of bed. Ron merely pushed him back down with one hand, his best friend's body shaking so uncontrollably it was no wonder he seemed so out of sorts. He lay on his back without any more fight left in him to give.

It wasn't long before Neville returned with Professor McGonagall, "Over here, Professor..."

She rushed over, wearing a patterned nightgown with her glasses so loosely placed on her face that it was obvious she threw them on in a hurry. "What is it, Potter? Where does it hurt?"

Harry quickly sat up again, as if her very presence gave him the energy he needed. "It's Ron's dad. He's been attacked by a snake and it's serious, I saw it happen."